So if this world is just something I've dreamed up, then why have I created all this crap?

And why the fuck am I wasting my time dreaming this and why did I sink so low to dream a world that sinks so low?

I must have not had any imagination or maybe, as the song says, "I don't really know. I must have been drunk at the time."

But then I think, well even championship baseball teams lose over a third of their games, and often only a few of their hitters are batting over .300, and even batting .300 still means being a fucking loser 70% of the time -- so maybe this stupid stinking world I've dreamed up is just par for the course when it comes to what a world can be.

But then I think, but baseball only exists in my world, the one I've dreamed up, and even though there's Babe Ruth and Ted Williams and Sandy Koufax, maybe in a REAL world, in someone else's fucking dream, in their world, in THEIR baseball, everybody bats .999, and all the teams win all their games and all their pitchers' ERAs are like .002 and their won-lost records are all 32-0 and the World Series never ends and everybody's in it, just like their All-Star game. Meanwhile, their Ted Williams and Babe Ruths and Sandy Koufaxs have long since been rounded up and shot for performance unbecoming a citizen of the world.

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