Something about nothing

| vs Royal York  | 19.07.25 | Loss 1-9 |Regular Season

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A game technically happened.

The Martin Gang technically took the field against the Royal Yorkers.  

They technically swung the bats and moved their arms and feet when they walked.  

Game begun.

Royal York scored.

Sox didn’t.

A bird pooped on second base. That bird now leads the team in on-base percentage.

Then Nothing showed up. 

Just wandered into the ballpark. 

No ticket. No pants. Just a pair of flip-flops and the smell of cleats from last season. 

Didn’t speak. Just nodded.

Nothing did not cheer. He just grinned like he knew a secret about your taxes. 

And when the lights clicked off, Nothing tipped his cap to nobody in particular.

Ain’t every day you see Nothing. 

But when you do… you check your pockets— and somehow find a single cough drop, three week-old sunflower seeds, and a receipt from a dream you don’t remember havin.

Game highlights 2 hits. G & Paul. Magically a run scored.

But during those dark innings, there’s always time to invent a new dugout dance — part cry for help, part ancient summoning ritual.

Maybe, just maybe, the Baseball Gods will take pity and trade us a run or two.