General Baseball Humor Miscellany

The Sound of Flushing

I have come to putting on the Mets lately, in the evening, when nothing else on television is worth watching. I find that the Mets on the telly are what I imagine it is like to own an aquarium. Soft, bubbling noises emanating from a piece of furniture, the outside chance of seeing one thing eat another violently, but more likely a semi-pacifying scene of activity and uselessness.

It is quite relaxing, frankly.

3 replies on “The Sound of Flushing”

Better, you don’t have to scrape the algae off the filters or explain to the kids why Nemo just wants to go home to the ocean when they catch you putting him down the toilet.

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