A free baseball cap and glove went to everyone on life support.

No one was allowed in who wasn't either ON life support himself or a member of the mobile support team for someone who WAS on life support.

The only other people allowed to be NOT on life support in this part of the stadium were the people responsible for the game down on the field: players, umpires, coaches, grounds crew, play-by-play announcers, concessionaires.

That's where I come in. I carry a box of chilly dogs up and down the aisles. My name's Today.

It all started years ago when someone noticed that the only freedom was the freedom to assist in the design of the punishment of others.

A few years later someone figured out that if you wanted any other freedom at all, you'd have to construct a bogus world in which a whole set of bogus freedoms could be defined from scratch.

Then to cement the existence of these freedoms, you'd have to bribe people with the offer of lots of food to come and watch and make a lot of noise over these freedoms being played out in a context.

And that's where I come in. I carry a huge box of Cheetos around the spiral that snakes through the anxious crowd. My name's still Today.

The score at the end of 3 innings of play was Motherfucking Cocksucking Nazi Fascist Pieces of Scumsucking Shit 500,000, Nice Gentle Sweet Intelligent Decent Good Kind People Nothing.

This was as it should be.

If you are not a scumbag, you don't deserve to live.

That is the definition of deserve.

But inside the scumbag is a child.

And inside the non-scumbag is a child.

That's where I come in. I carry a snapshot from inside the soul looking out, seeing nothing.

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