David Thayer

Aboard the “Prinz Wilhelm” near the Isle of Mitch: the story thus far: Roman forces on the Isle of Mitch are building a causeway from the island to Wellington Leg. If they succeed they will march across the causeway landing within yards of Eddie’s Book Nook in the heart of towne. The Earl, having struck the first blow, forced by needs of routine maintenance, has withdrawn to gather more turnips. The battle dinghy “Forthright” has run aground on the grainy sands of Gastropod Alley. Wellington Leg is defenseless in the face of the onslaught. The towne’s only hope may be the mysterious Mandy Rice-Davies, Mata Hari, sports editor, as she blogs aboard the “Prinz Wilhelm” many miles from shore.

Dear Diary: We have in the course of things seized many perch. Even as I share my thoughts in real time I know the end is near. The Sultan of Swat is no fool. He has questioned me closely about the pennant race, the mysterious proficiency of the New York Mets and other matters, some too delicate to reveal. He grew suspicious when I failed to reveal Pedro Martinez’ Earned Run Average. I fear the worst.

The “Prinz Wilhelm” is coming about. Her mighty bow cuts the dark waters as I scan the horizon. Lights are flashing in the distance. The rendezvous at sea is about to unfold…I hear the heavy tread of his footsteps ringing on the deck. I shall recline on the divan as though awaiting him. My fingers find the button…the door is opening. He enters my chamber frowning until he sees the television screen.

“Sports Center, my dear?”

Interleague play is all but over.

The Sultan is deceived! “Come, my precious, tear yourself from the Phillies. I will make you my queen.”

Whew, that was close.

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