The New King

We should have seen it coming way back when...

(Pretender to the throne Dough-Menoe, Purveyor of Petrified Dough,
lucks out and charms our beloved Team Tigris from a weary Old King
Fetzer the Good, at the apex of the Golden Age, just as the team was
peaking, victory-wise)

Oh, those fabulous summer nights, Anno Domini 1984.

The fields of battle full, 50,024 as one, electricity manifest.

Sweet smell of ballpark franks in the air.

Sweet sound of Ernie's voice on the air.

Cacophonous Dough-Menoe's helicopter also in the air, fashionably
late as usual, big blue bird disturbing the bottom of the first as it lands.

"Dough's here!" runs the cry through the bleachers. The New King has
come. Let the games begin!

"Play war!"

(And the New King sat in comfort, in his cool, tinted court, lavishly
entertaining visiting royalty from the Kingdom of La-La and
elsewhere, smug in his self-importance, and the mistaken belief that, if
not for his benevolent rule, all this winning would not be possible...)

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