Bris Lord's blog
"The Human Eyeball" Still Sees All
As karmic redemption goes...I am not an overly religious man though, at times, I can't help but see more than mere coincidence in certain events of life. Long have I enjoyed the reverie of the LowBallers yet of late I must admit to troubled sleep.
I have heard tell that the trophy, that Chalice of Chalices, is no longer of the integrity which all Wifflers witnessed throughout the day. Mere hours after the Lager's laid victorious hands upon the Cup of Lord Wiffle its gleam began to fade. The finely crafted new base, the foundation if you will, has come undone. Lord Wiffle perhaps casts his thoughts of the Lager's initial scoring runs for us mere mortals to ponder?
Later, the Cup of Cups chanced to fall from its perch atop a car and the handle liberated itself from the bowl. That small piece of metal by which one truly lays claim to that Goblet of Good Sportsmanship revolts at the Lager's touch. Clearly Lord Wiffle is more than discontented with the outcome of the day.
How shall this mess be tidied?
Bris
Bristol Robotham Lord (born September 21, 1883 in Upland, Pennsylvania - November 13, 1964 inAnnapolis, Maryland), played outfielder in the Major Leagues from 1905-1913. He played for the Cleveland Indians, Philadelphia Athletics and Boston Braves.
Lord is best known for the deal that sent him to the A's in 1910. Owner/manager Connie Mack claimed that he was essential in their subsequent pennant-winning seasons, but he wasn't near the equal of what Mack traded to get him - namely, Shoeless Joe Jackson.
Intrigued by a group of men playing a game in a small town in Vermont which shares his name, Bris could not restrain himself from comment and eagerly awaits whatever outcome...
