Lost. The space between this guy's mouth and that of a fine brown trout. Though I am happy to report the creature was released unharmed...if not a bit bewildered.
Lost. This bronc's sense of direction. It looks as though he is running right at me and about to slam into the gait. And that is in fact what he did. A crude but effective method of bucking a dude off your back. Come to think of it, maybe his internal compass works just fine.
Found. The 2nd Amendment fully intact. Apparently, this town holds a pretty strict parking code. At least on one side of the street. I'm almost positive she's not using a revolver. I digress.
Found. Rabid fans that may rival Red Sox Nation. Except these folks use hooks instead of gloves. Still, a three game series would be fun to watch...and tough to predict. I've seen some wicked curves, potent sliders and hefty batsmen out here.
Lost. Let's see: A spleen, a couple kidneys, four legs, some eardrums, a tongue, numerous lymph nodes...well you get the idea. I couldn't help but let Duran Duran's 'Hungry Like a Wolf' penetrate the brain on this one. Does that make me a bit strange?