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Baseball Cracks Down on Fan Sites
serutan writes: "Looks like Major League Baseball has joined other players in the big-media content industry to crack down on fans who overstep their proper place as consumers. Anybody with a website dedicated to America's favorite pastime better read this story on Yahoo."
It started when I was sharing a room with my sister and in the middle of the night the closet light would turn on. A week later I was asking my dad for help on my homework in the living room and a picture fell down and then the blinds on the bedroom windows downstairs fell down. One night I was all alone taking a shower and I heard footsteps going upstairs, I opened the bathroom door and hurried out to see if anyone was home, but no one. My family has a little clock on the VCR on top of the TV with picture frames all around the clock. My sister was standing in front of the TV and all the sudden the clock hits her in the back of her head leaving everything in place on top.
Then one night it was just my uncle, dad, mom and me sitting in the living room talking and my uncle hears a sneeze upstairs and asks if anyone was up there and we answered no. Then the chills; upstairs only would it be really cold, we figured it was just the way the house was built, but it only happened in one room, where it would be just freezing or
downstairs in the kitchen near one spot right beside the laundry door leading into the garage area. My sister was on the computer near the kitchen and she got a chill all her hair was standing up on her arms. Then the voices at night, the sound of children going up the stairs. Then the choking. My sister came downstairs to my room crying and coughing. She told she was asleep and then she woke with somebody choking her and holding her down and all she could hear was the sound of two women whispering in the
background and laughing. She screamed Jesus and it stopped. Now she sleeps in her car or in my room. One night my older sister and her husband spent the night with their newborn son upstairs in our other sister's bedroom where the least happens. The blanket started moving away from her then she started to pray, but then she was being held down and choked all she could do was roll her eyes to her husband, then he prayed and the same happen to him. It felt like forever, but it was only 10 seconds and then they ran downstairs to the couch and now she tells us all she's a believer.
One night my mother got up and twisted her ankle and was rushed to the hospital because she felt pressure against her leg at home which was gone when they got there. The next morning, she was all by her self opening the closet door near the stairs. She put all her pressure on her good toe still holding on her crutches and reaching for something and a picture frame flew from the wall on the side of the staircase and hit her on the head and she fell then she was being what she felt lifted up and thrown to the floor and another picture flew and hit her.
We found out later in the city hall that a preacher lived there and was gone with in days leaving all his furniture. My sister came downstairs one night crying and holding a cross telling me that her door opened and she felt someone watching her reading her bible and she felt that now twentie were watching, she called her friend on the phone and started to pray, but it got worse, but she kept doing it and then on the other line her friend was praying the door opened and she stormed out of there into her car and felt that someone was watching her from the bedroom window laughing. People have been locked in our
bedrooms for no reason. The next day I left for California and my two sisters slept in my room since that is the only one that is safe. I called them telling about what was happening on my vacation and my mom told me they were going to bring a priest into the house to rub oil and bless. Now things have slowed down to where only the music comes on or my door opens or the volume button goes up to where the TV shakes. One time my new brother -in-law went upstairs and heard a little girl's voice talking and opened the bedroom door, but nothing was there.
Does it get you hard, watching all the men in tight shorts kicking the white ball? DOES IT, FREAK?!?!?!?!!!!!!
There were a lot of hobos hanging out in the yards back then, this was before BNSF took over and really cracked down on security. We were walking aimlessly, checking out the graffiti on the big boxcars, shooting the shit, lying about our sex lives, regular guy stuff, when we saw it.
Now once in a while a hobo would fuck up and get himself killed. Usually it would just be a guy jumping off a car wrong, cracked skull, broken neck, anyway you'd and up with an intact corpse.
Not this bastard. This poor hobo'd been cut in half by a train.
Now the weight and speed of a train are so great, that when someone happens to fall under the wheels like that, the halves of their body get pinched off tight, there's almost no blood. The hobo's top half was across the center of the tracks, sort of at an angle, thankfully his eyes were shut, from his face he looked like he'd just bumped his head. His bottom half was lying on the ballast, just to one side of the rail, like part of a doll. The corpse was like two gunny sacks, one with legs, the other with arms and a head.
Then Tony got this glint in his eye, and *that* was when it all got really freakshow, like I said before.
"Hey", Tony said, "How much money you got in your wallet?" I told him like fifty bucks. "Gimmie fifty bucks, I'll grab this dead guy's dick!" Says Tony, his eyes were wide now, like he was psyching himself up to grab this bisected corpse's penis.
I laughed like it was a joke, and said we'd both had too many beers and had better get back to the car, but Tony kept it up: "C'mon man, twenty bucks! C'mon, it'll blow your mind!"
With that, he reached down for the bottom half of the dead hobo, and that was when I just turned and bolted the fuck out of there. I remember feeling surprisingly sober considering all the Old Mil's I'd drank, and by