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Not all of course, but they are too serious anyway. No damage was done, but it would seem that volleys would be exchanged, and who knows, maybe it was was someone else all together, and I was just keeping score. And maybe I was only one of any number who might be aware that a game was on.
Not quite in this time period but pretty close. Sonoma and I were watching the final baseball game of the early play-offs, at the Professor's house on Elsie Street in the downstairs bedroom. It was tie score and it went ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen innings. Finally Sonoma thought I was just prolonging the game. And it was true. I often didn't care who won. I just liked for a game to go as long a possible. The reception was a little sketchy, so I had adjusted the interior TV antenna and would make little adjustments from time to time. So finally Sonoma jumped up and moved the antenna. "I want to go home", she said, and bam ! game over - home run.
You can never know. Is it the coincidence of the thing. If the coincidence is an everyday event, one becomes convinced there is more to it. On the other hand, one might just be psychic. Of course I thought of this. But I discarded it. For one thing I liked the feeling of the seeming power of it, and what I could learn from it, and so wanted to maintain the illusion. Precognition - scientists would laugh me out of the room. No such thing was possible. So didn't give it too much thought.
One can invent all kinds of causation. The aliens - the CIA, the balls on the ceiling. Not me. These would be such narrow contexts.
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