Home Runs
People sometimes don't get the zen of hitting a home run. Maybe it's because they can't. I have an unfair adavantage there. Maybe it's because they see it as just a means of moving the men around the bases, another stat in the book. Guess you can't argue with that logic. It is all those things.
I parked about a dozen off Brady in batting practice today - mostly to humiliate him for being an ass, but also just because I love knocking them out. There's just a sublte vibration in the bat, a special crack when the ball screams off in search of the ground well beyond the left-centerfield wall; there really is nothing quite like hitting a home run.
Except maybe flying.
Parker and her brother Peter (in his Captain Blabbermouth persona) watched a little of practice today. Towards the end, I did something...kind of not me. I had Parker take a few swings, and from behind her, I added a little oomph to each of her swings - she knocked three of them out. Her brother loved it, and I think she kind of got a little of what I was talking about.
You know how there are those moments that come at you and you just can't let them go by? I had one of those. We'd just parked (heh - I never thought of that before...Parker/parked) three and Parker looked at me and...I kissed her. I told her I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't do it, sooooo...I did. And it was legendary. Kissing someone when they can read your thoughts and talk to you through them is a little unnerving, but it helps if the someone is a good kisser.
Anyway, rambling. Brady has given me no end of crap, and I imagine Parker's brother managed to spill the beans to her mom. We're going flying tonight. I was thinking of taking her to the B of A tower. Cheap and romantic - good for superheroes on a budget.
I learned yet another thing about Keldrans from Len. This one's gonna take a while to swallow. As if the flying, strength, durability and speed weren't enough...now I learn we live one hell of a long time. Time's a little different on Keldra Prime, but the principle's the same - we grow and mature at a normal rate, and once we reach full adulthood (usually in the early-mid 20s in Earth years), it just slows waaaaaay down. Len looks like a guy in his mid-60s thanks to yet another of his Keldran techno-toys, but in reality he's nearly 250 years old.
250 - and he's considered middle-aged. He figures he'll live another 200-250 human years before he dies. From all the genetic tests he's run on me, Len says he's about 90-95% sure I'm going to pick up the same trait...meaning I'll be around into the 26th century. Holy crap.