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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