Sunday, March 10, 2024
Holy MACKrel dere, Andy!
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Play Ball!!!
Originally written in 2012
Everyone should experience the thrill of opening day at the baseball park. As is Easter, baseball is a harbinger of spring and all the new that comes with it.I grew up a Cleveland Indians fan-atic. I never got to see Babe Ruth play, but I DID get to see so many of the good and plenty of the bad. Bill Veeck, as in Wreck, was the owner of my team. There wasn't a ton of money in his pockets back then, but Bill did so much to bring folks to the park. I remember promotions such as free nylons for the ladies, free admission if you were bald, etc.
It was a fun time to be a fan, even if the team weren't among the best. Cleveland Municipal Stadium had the visiting team entrance/exit that opened right at the parking lot. If you waited, you got to see the teams exit for the buses after they showered and changed into civilian clothes. Many a time, I was there, hanging on the rail and watching as the likes of DiMaggio, Mantle and oh so many greats and wannabes came out, rubbed our heads and said cool things, like, "Hiya kid!" A thrill and a half! We never thought of an autograph.
Back then, I had an afternoon paper route. No one had central air conditioning, Open windows provided cross-ventilation. Most everyone's radio was tuned into the game, and, as I delivered the Cleveland Press to all the front porches, I hardly missed any action. "Back in the day," if you showed ownership of a ticket, your school allowed you to leave early for opening day. Now, THAT was exciting!
Baseball probably catalogs more records than any other sport and as the game progresses, the announcers will impart those that were set or broken on opening day. I wish I could remember all of them, but, as time rolled along, other things took precedence and the memories are just that. Not so many years ago, I took a date to what I recall was her first game. The day was absolutely the worst and would have been bad for even a football game! The wind was brutal, some flakes of snow fell and the wind chill was 13 degrees. Momma Mia! With my frostbite, courtesy of travels via Uncle Sam, I mentioned that there was no way I could sit through nine innings of cold hell. My date's exact words were, "Could we at least stay until they get a point?" (THERE ARE NO POINTS IN BASEBALL!) Having brain freeze, I acquiesced, went into extreme prayer mode, a "point" was quickly scored and we got the hell out of there! Management so loved us that they gave all ticket holders of that weather fiasco a freebie for a game in July!
Yes, Virginia, the game HAS changed...$7 beers, high salaries, betting, drugs and Lord knows what else. BUT, none of that exists...on opening day!
Sunday, February 11, 2024
Day of the Curmedgeon
Wondering why I've not gotten any new pages from Andy Borowitz, satirist extraordinaire, my research found that The New Yorker magazine gave him 'The Boot.' Is that some new kind of award or does it merely follow the first 4 letters of the publication's description?
Monday, January 1, 2024
Total Surprise Christmas Gifts from a Seekritt Santa!!!
While getting ready to undecorate the Christmas tree, I noticed several unopened boxes at the far end of the tree blanket, all with my name on each. Hmmm
Friday, December 29, 2023
Elementary, My Dear Planet
Thursday, December 7, 2023
In time, history will forget
As a prelude, 5 years ago, I divorced/did the cold turkey thing, from broadcast news. In short time, the tension of it all eased its way out of this old bod. I do read the local newspaper because it carries my need for crossword puzzles and a pretty good cornucopia of chuckle inducing comics!
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
How large is the tool that 'wrenches' my soul?
Thoughts entering my mind even prior to Folgers caffeine minimum daily requirement: