Thursday, June 26, 2014

Well, At Least They Said They Were Sorry...

Graffiti artistry, Nashua style. As much as I would rather be in Richmond, I gotta say the folks 'round here beat the folks down there in the humor department. Barbecue is tastier, salt and vinegar is livelier...

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Funny Thing About Baseball...

A players' strike and owners' stupidity can combine to kill a World Series, and a subsequent  decade of steroid use and abuse can tarnish the players who did and didn't ingest or inject them alike (while the owners from Bud Selig on down looked the other way as home run races put fans in the seats), and yet, the game of baseball endures. Some fans have left it behind permanently, but many more of us are likely to stick with it or come back to it, no matter what.

Keith Olbermann once said that baseball is the only sport that goes backward and forward at the same time. He's right. I would add that sometimes baseball doesn't seem to move at all. But that's part of its appeal. Baseball is a game of starts and stops, and the latter usually last much longer than the former. Football works that way too, but unlike baseball, football is rigidly timed, and that was one thing I never liked about it -- or hockey or basketball, for that matter. That open-ended nature of baseball draws me to it in a way it seems to repel those who find it boring. Boring to me is watching ten guys run up and down a court running up a score that usually doesn't matter until late in the fourth quarter. Lots of action and fury signifying nothing if you asked me. Hockey is great if you like seeing two big male brutes slug it out once in a while, but if that's your cup of meat, then you gotta love it when the Rays and the Red Sox empty their benches after David Price hits Mike Carp. There ain't nothin' dull about five dozen guys trying to decide, each on his own, between keeping the peace and starting a battle royal. I have no use for steroids in baseball, but if two teams want to try shredding each other out of anger and/or frustration, let 'em.

That's the way the game's always been played. And no matter what today's outcome is, there's another game tomorrow. Baseball looks backward and forward at the same time. No wonder it's our national pastime...

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Don Zimmer...

I'm pretty upset. Yeah, Zimmer was 83, so it's not like he was cut off in his prime. But deep down, I did like the man. Hell, his baseball career and his friendships stretched from Jackie Robinson to Derek Jeter -- how many other ballplayers can make that claim?

And as for that AL pennant game in 2003? I went more than a little sour on Pedro Martinez after he threw Zimmer to the ground. In fact, a part of me was glad Pedro signed with the Mets after 2004. I never understood why Zimmer tearfully apologized for his actions in that game. If I'd nearly been killed by a beanball in my own playing days and lived to tell my tale, I would have gone after Martinez too.

Take care, Zim. Take care...