Just a Video of Carlos Correa Hitting a Double
This is not ironic, sarcastic, or satirical.
This is not a deep look into the very soul of the author, not a roll call of all his psychological maladies.
This is not a metaphor, simile, nor allegory. Stop looking for a place to dig your finger nail. There are no layers to peel.
This is not commentary on the human condition, the frailness of life, the meaning of existence, nor the futility of the every day.
This is just a video of Carlos Correa hitting a double. And it’s fucking perfect.
(h/t Evan Drellich)
David G. Temple is the Managing Editor of TechGraphs and a contributor to FanGraphs, NotGraphs and The Hardball Times. He hosts the award-eligible podcast Stealing Home. Dayn Perry once called him a "Bible Made of Lasers." Follow him on Twitter @davidgtemple.
The first and final stanzas of the post are each a single line, while all the middle three sections are two lines. It’s like Temple is looking for consistency, looking for this world of doubles, but finds instead he starts and ends on singles.
He’s saying we need to appreciate the doubles, the doubles patty in our bun-heavy singles existence. Even a life with mistakes, riddled with singles, can be “fucking perfect.”
Also, that phrase, “fucking perfect,” appears directly above the taught, frozen hindquarters of Carlos Correa. The speaker in the piece is clearly struggling with sexual identity, but even this is okay — because life without struggle wouldn’t be life, but just “existence.” Life free of pain and struggle wouldn’t be a double, not even a single. It would be leaving the game for a pinch hitter.
There’s a lot more here, but I’ll leave that for others to uncover.
I had no idea I was so profound.
Literary critical theory is fucking awful.