Of course I always have to miss part of the game. I am a season ticket holder who never makes it to the day games, and is always late to the night gam...s. I can't make it before the sun has gone down. In the middle of summer I miss a lot of innings. I live in Philly now, home of the Phillies and the cheese steak. I've lived other places since my untimely death, but I keep being drawn back. It has something to do with her, of course. The woman who made me what I am today. I met her at a bar. A. The torpedoes had a tiny but very effective rocket engine that took the torpedo up to about 0.5 c (c=speed of light) within a few miles.The solid mass of the torpedo striking something solid at that speed produced a tremendous release of energy. The result was the complete destruction of the Utorian spaceship from the one torpedo, and we had wasted the second shot. It did have a simple guidance system that would take it into the sun if it lost its target. That way, it was not a permanent menace. There was one unusual wrinkle at this visit – the coaches invited me to catch some balls with their quarterback, Josh Montgomery. I had dinner with Zygi and Mark Wilf, the principal owners of the team.The visit was extremely positive. I wouldn't mind at all if the Vikings found a way to jump high enough in the draft to pick me. Max Solomon cautioned me to not read too much into any of the visits. Who knows who is hiding in the grass, keeping their interest in me a secret?I got a call from Coach. I grunted, and tried to get at him. He blocked me. With a baleful look in his eyes, he told me that he had won. He had defeated me. He stood there, laughing. He told me that since I was the best that womankind could send after him, they must be a race of losers. I screamed. I wanted revenge, for everyone living on the planet who happens to have tits and a pussy. He laughed, and told me that he was a Reincarnation of Adam, the First Man. He stood over me, and actually put his foot on my chest..