I Know Why the CC Screams

Sometimes a man, comprehending simultaneously both the pointlessness and abject misery of this thing we call life, is compelled by angst to unleash upon the uncaring world a cathartic, primeval scream.
Other times a man, trapped inside the satchel of the wife of a baseball writer — a wife who absolutely promised the baseball writer that said man would be unharmed during transport but who then broke the man anyway and didn’t even really seem that sorry about — sometimes that man is compelled to unleash a cathartic, primeval scream, as well.
Carson Cistulli has published a book of aphorisms called Spirited Ejaculations of a New Enthusiast.
Is CC grabbing his crotch with the arm he still has?
Dude, at least give him that. He just lost his arm.
He’ll bounce back. Not even his throwing arm, dudes.