Matt Cadd spent Sundays catching up on sleep. On the seventh day, one rested. At least for a while. When evening came, duty called.
Shower. Shave. Coffee. Food. Cigarette.
He was at the rendezvous when they'd said--exactly nine p.m. Then he remembered, one hour too late.
Daylight Savings Time.
Fifty years of this crap.
1948
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Of the last four teams standing in the post-season, three of them have
MLB's highest payrolls.* Cot's Contracts* has two payroll lists, one called *Year
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4 weeks ago
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'...one hour too late....' -- that is VERY noir -- truly. And I laughed out loud (bitterly, of course...mmnph) at, 'Fifty years of this crap.' -- I do know the feeling. Thanks, Matt, for an entertaining start to the week. You're The Best -- but you knew that.
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