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September 23, 2016 Songs From The ChorusThe Words Just Feel Different In A Sam Miller Post
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like a commercial for detergent that somehow makes you choke up.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like scratching an itch you didn’t know you had.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the first bite of pizza that doesn’t burn the roof of your mouth.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like that moment you realize you’re getting the biggest slice of the cake.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the gentle caress of an oscillating fan on a hot summer’s day.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the sound of a housefly on the first swat.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like getting that Sam Miller favorite.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like a lightning storm in the distance that approaches but never hits.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like putting on socks straight out of the dryer.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like biting into a dark meat Chicken McNugget before they got all health-conscious and stuff.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the saxophone in “Careless Whisper.”
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the first time you watched that video of a monkey hugging a dog. The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like you're still going to die in the end, but at least it's pleasant.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like getting through to a Ticketmaster operator at exactly 10:01am.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like competently folding a fitted sheet.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like a shit-eating grin you have no intention of wiping off your face.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the moment you see the waiter turn the corner with your food.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the moment you realized what the plot twist was.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like an old friend calling you just when you really need to hear a friendly voice.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like knowing that, yes, your dog really can understand you.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like when the yolk is runny but the whites are firm.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like your favorite prospect’s first big-league double.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the words in a Grant Brisbee post, but more to the point.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like hitting mute on a company-wide e-mail chain.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like when you didn’t do the assigned reading and it doesn’t end up mattering.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like life was before knowing what 2 Girls, 1 Cup was.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like if the Eagles had just flown them to Mordor.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the second glass of wine after a long, hard day.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like that first breath when the hiccups don’t return.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like that change in the way the air smells during the fourth week of autumn.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like when a bit that stopped being funny long ago comes out the other side, even funnier than before.
The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post.
Craig Goldstein is an author of Baseball Prospectus. Follow @cdgoldstein
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The words just feel different in a Sam Miller post. Like the words in a Grant Brisbee post, but more to the point.
This made this post for me. I'd love it if Grant got to write one of these to show it.