“Listen up: There I was. Where? I was sitting in my house. But not just in my house. I was sitting in my house, metaphorically. And literally. But mostly metaphorically. But I was sitting in my house, soaking—nay, baking—in the metaphorical heat of unknowing, wondering loudly and compulsively to myself, “hey, what’s going on with these MLB Prospects?” I availed myself of the Google. What did I find? Well. I think we know. I found Locked On MLB Prospects with the inimitable Lindsay Crosby. Now, you good people need to understand something: this podcast really helped me out. The darkness of my ignorance was claustrophobic and hot, as I have implied previously. But imagine a doorway. Not closed. This is metaphorical. Imagine this metaphorical room that is metaphorically very hot and very small and understand that I was metaphorically trapped inside it. But there’s a doorway and it’s open. It might not even have a door. But I’m trapped still. Are you still with me? Very well-ventilated but still extremely toasty, I was baking like an artisan pizza covered in the butter of my ignorance. Cooking. And Lindsay Crosby stepped into the gap, so to speak. He put himself betwixt myself and the suffering of my own creation. Like a great big ol’ portico he slammed shut the air-warping consequences of my own unknowingness and closed the portal of my curiosity. I am now free. No longer do I sit upon a throne of hot and suffocating speculation. Now, I know. About the MLB Prospects. Thank you, Caveman Lifecoach, esq.”
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United States of America ·
11/23/22