The pitch was that it was a story about an uncaged guy carving out an homage to romance in the prime of his lifetime. It's not important what he once was because what matters, and that's where this message starts is what's going on now. Scream shirt offered up as being a public attire suggests keeping an eye on the guy today.

Seems he's poster boy for deflating due to inability to take the physicality. Funny though he's not very bummed about it, in fact he's daggone ebullient right now. He's like the guy who put the vunk in avuncular. It turned the corner when he bluetoothed milking recovery by extending prone time. Not a crime but reasoning it based on forgetting the then/now comparison could be construed as self serving, of course it is. Ladder height is next to godliness. No need to make a confession about no at bats. That was then this is our first triumph, the first second we began.

The time warp is just what happens when you're piecing together good times in a long sequence and bracing for the anticipated stiff wind under the same roof. The right amount of creature comfort and biorhythmic bucolia keeps us on the straight and narrow, ever affectionate and loving her existentially.