Some people call me Maurice...

Call me a dreamer, but as exam time grinds down like overweight gears grind against rusted iron, I can't help but think of getting out of this place. Somehow, it seems like anywhere else but this cramped expanse of books and people, and computers and thinking, would be a welcomed change. The ideal place for this exodus would lay in some Major League park. There would be a really annoying fan, who was rooting for all of the wrong things to happen - like my guys to strike out and other heinous things in the same boat. The crisp smell of grass meeting dirt on a misty summer midafternoon rising and intoxicating my busy mind. The drunkenness of the splintering bats, of the scuffed and torn ball and the time worn glove. The syncopation of all three intermingling in this drug. This drug that leaves so little else in existance. The stadium takes over and the rest of the world slips off into the ocean. As the tension rises and the pestilence of differing fandom rises, a crack and a shot. The rawhide shoots off the bat like neurons being cast out by the wooden axons. In fluid motion the shortstop ranges left and dives, gracefully hurdling through the air and then violently upsetting the dirt. As the dust settles he cocks his arm back poised to throw, and in a most elegant motion the ball is cast from his right arm. It is high, and flies timultuously into the stands where it collides with the annoying man in front of me. He falls haphazardly to the floor, knocking over the beer that he's been sipping occasionally for the past hour. His voice shrill as he falls and then silence sweeps the park. As home is awarded to the home team and the annoying visitor has been stricken down we stand in unison to break the silence and let out a sheer cry of joy into the distilled sun and the orange clouds. And then I take a look at those orange clouds and they blur and turn back into library lights and I am reminded of that fat finger wagging in front of me and telling me to pay attention. Telling me to quit dreaming.