Unbelievable bike riding. Sent us by Steve Maxon.

“Way Back Home is the incredible new riding clip from Danny MacAskill, it follows him on a journey from Edinburgh back to his hometown Dunvegan, in the Isle of Skye.”

You can read about it and watch the interviews with Danny at https://www.redbull.co.uk/waybackhome

My folks had season tickets when the Giants moved west in the ’70s (along with Willie Mays) but they never got to see a world series. I watch very little sports, but this week was an exception. I mean, it’s my home town, they’ve got a long-haired dope-smoking pitcher, a shortstop who looks overweight, but moves with grace and bats with power, a baby-faced (23 y.o.) rookie catcher who catches flawlessly, has a rifle arm, and hits homers. Boy!

There are moments of grace and beauty in baseball, but normally I don’t have the patience to sit through the slow tempo of the game + the motherf—–g commercials. So I was thrilled to see these very decent young guys pull it off this week. And their elegant athletic catches, tosses, and quick thinking…

“Take me out to the ball game,

Take me out with the crowd.

Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks,

I don’t care if I never get back…”

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Yesterday afternoon I was getting gas in Mill Valley. A young guy pulled up to the pump behind me, got out and looked at the Velcro band I had across my chest.

“Bad back?” he asked.

No, I said, cracked ribs.

“Would you like me to pray for you to be healed in the name of Jesus?”

Sure, I said.

He asked my name, then came up to me, put a hand on my shoulder and said: “Lloyd, may you be healed in the name of Jesus.”

Well I’ll tell you what. I went for a slow shuffling run that night at the beach (the first in 6+ weeks) and no rib twinges at all. The day before I could hardly walk much less run, without pain.

Hallelujah, no shit.

Now Jesus — about my damaged knee…