And your eyes have changed
I don't want to hear the words you say
I don't want to know the pain
And I see your lips move
But I can't hear the sound
So I turn my head away
As my HERD drops to the ground
And I've tried to see right through you
But it's all in vain
Like a locomotive blinded by the rain
And I swear that you loved me just the other day
I still remember how you used to say
I would die for you
I would live for you
I would fight for the right just to give to you
You can set me free but you'll come back to me
Didn't we almost win
Didn't we almost win it all
Time seems to heal wounds
Well that's what they say
But it doesn't matter now
'Cause I never felt that way
And I see your lips move
But I can't hear the sound
So I turn my head away
As my HERD drops to the ground
And I've tried to see right through you
But it's all in vain
Like a locomotive blinded by the rain
And I swear that you loved me just the other day
I still remember how you used to say
I would die for you
I would live for you
I would fight for the right just to give to you
You can set me free but you'll come back to me
Didn't we almost win
Didn't we almost win it all
I could swear that you loved me just the other day
I still remember how you used to say
I would die for you
I would live for you
I would fight for the right just to give to you
You can set me free but you'll come back to me
Didn't we almost win
Didn't we almost win it all
You can set me free but you'll come back to me
Didn't we almost win
Didn't we almost win
It all
pur·ple (pûrpl) n. 1. Any of a group of colors with a hue between that of violet and red. 2. Cloth of a color between violet and red, formerly worn as a symbol of royalty or high office. 3. Imperial power; high rank |
herd (hûrd) n. 1. a. A group of cattle or other domestic animals of a single kind kept together for a specific purpose. b. A number of wild animals of one species that remain together as a group |
- It was pretty muggy out there. I was very surprised the other team's pitcher's hair was able to keep its stunning shape and blinding sheen throughout the night.
- Christopher "Let me give everyone a heart attack by telling them I don't think I'm going to make it to the game then show up in a blaze of glory to the sounds of exhaling and cheering" Nixon told us he didn’t think he was going to make it to the game, giving us all heart attacks, then showed up just before gametime in a blaze of glory to the sound of exhaling and cheering. He also almost hit his loving wife with a foul ball that would have surely left him in the doghouse with Leroy for a few hours.
- David "I also bleed purple" Allred was in attendance, making him the W-S Co-Rec softball equivalent of a FourSquare "Mayor" for HERD games. David, I speak for all of us when I say "your attendance brings tears of joy to our eyes." You can "check-in" on me anytime sir. Thank you for your unwavering support.
- The HERD supported every single batter, held their heads high, and cheered on their teammates like never before.
- The pimento cheese sandwich at PGF was the best idea Bryan "Doubles" Timmons ever offered me. Without that sandwich, I would have perished.
- Coach's encouraging words from first base helped me end my 0 for 2 streak. Thanks coach, you have some pretty legs too!
- Gena hit a foul ball harder than anyone I've ever seen. Good thing it wasn’t a fair ball because the left fielder would have been empaled upon trying to field it and there wasn’t a doctor in the house.
- For about 8 minutes we had the largest crowd in HERD history. I'm not sure where those people came from, but I can only assume they were guided by the lightening to the HERD much like the wise-men to little 8 pound 5 ounce baby Jesus in his golden fleece diaper. It was a miraculous site to behold, indeed.
- The game was a close one, coming down to the final out. The HERD almost got it done, but fell just short in the bottom of the 7th inning. The taste is bitter, but will drive us to victory next week.
- The other team's first base-lady's nickname was also Sparkles… Thanks guys
- Shannon Craft Award is pummeling the softball. I would liken watching her play softball to seeing a newborn baby with it's parents, watching a space shuttle take off, 4th of July fireworks, the waiter walking towards me with my pimento cheese sandwich and fries, opening a Christmas present and seeing that small ripped section where you can tell it is what you asked for, watching the cork go underwater when you're fishing, winning the lottery, listening to anything by Celine Dion, The Lion King when the monkey raises Simba up on the cliff for everyone to see their new King, Top Gun when Tom Cruise throws Goose's (no relation) dogtags into the ocean, ESPN Top Ten replay, helping out a homeless person, that feeling between beer 7 and 8, solving a difficult puzzle, completing any home improvement task, "One Shining Moment" after the National Championship Game, Corey Lynch's blocked field goal to beat Michigan, paying off a credit card, sitting down to watch episode one of the Tuesday night back to back to back to back to back lineup of "The Office" on TBS and the feeling you get when something bad happens to a really bad person, even if its really bad and you act like you didn’t wish that bad thing upon them even though, deep down, you know that you got pleasure from seeing the bad thing happen to them because they are such a bad person. (maybe that’s just me?) Also alternatively(not sure thats the right word but you know what I mean), seeing a good thing happen to a good person who does good things and deserves good things. Which brings me to my final point: