Rock, Rock, Roll, Plymouth Rock Roll Over...

The game came to an end. The home team kept the visitors at bay during the ninth, therefore winning by one run...

Then there was nothing. I had a good start to the story, but then ending seems to have fallen by the wayside, leaving nothing more than what we started with.

The fact of the matter is that I found myself too busy. I knew I should have stayed awake another couple of hours, dilligently tapping away. Life came in and the details of the story faded. Nothing gives me the red ass more than a story that is left to languish because of my stupid human need to sleep.