Some folks say it was a miracle. Saint Francis suddenly appeared and knocked the next pitch clean over the fence. But I think it was just a lucky swing. I bet one legend that keeps recurring thoughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye. To me, truth is not some vague, foggy notion.
Truth is real.
And, at the same time, unreal. This is truth, to me. Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Something about a clown who makes people happy, but inside he's real sad.