The universe says “go on, get out of town.”  And then the universe gives you the sighting of Tim Lincecum, only it doesn’t tell you it’s setting things up, and so you walk right by without noticing the gangly pitcher incognito in headphones and you will only realize when an excited business woman asks her friend on the phone, “hey guess who I just saw?”   And you’ll think, “Oh well,” but it would have been nice.  It’s just as well that you do leave town, because you’re no real fan.  Or at least, you might be a little more modest when you note how perceptive you are of life’s little details.   
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The universe says “go on, get out of town.”  And then the universe gives you the sighting of Tim Lincecum, only it doesn’t tell you it’s setting things up, and so you walk right by without noticing the gangly pitcher incognito in headphones and you will only realize when an excited business woman asks her friend on the phone, “hey guess who I just saw?”  

And you’ll think, “Oh well,” but it would have been nice.  It’s just as well that you do leave town, because you’re no real fan.  Or at least, you might be a little more modest when you note how perceptive you are of life’s little details.