The umpire laments the end of the season

From behind home plate, the full moon could be seen rising over left field, and Mt Rainier glistened majestically in right-center field as dusk approached; only the top of the mountain reached up into the rapidly fading sunlight. The impending night was crisp and clear, and the cold dense air allowed for movement on the ball in a way that will never be seen in the hot Arizona sun. As the night grew darker and the final innings drew near, the brightest stars could be seen twinkling above the field lights. It was a spectacular last game of the season.

Then came the low fastball.

It skipped underneath the catcher and bounded up to score a perfect bullseye.

I thank the Lord for http://www.nuttybuddy.com !