Was very tickled that the number before the Natnl Ahem at this crucial Dodgers/Sox game was my favorite LA heavy-rock hit, Inna-Gadda-Da-Vida. (“In a Garden of Eden” riff for those not in the know.)
After this week, I think there is an obvious change. The batter should be allowed to run out and smack the pitcher as quickly in the head as he can, and then advance to first.
Anybody museum got any program schedules from Circus Maximus around?
First the outstanding Fulks/Lewis show (final encore: “Roll Over Beethoven” that brought the ghost of Chuck into the room).
And now a Red Sox win that ties the most they’ve ever had (105). Unbelievable fun.
Every year, a bit after 10 AM, I walk down to where the course turns onto Beacon Street to see the firsts in each category.
Highlight (as always): The leaders, radiant with vitality, know they have a strong shot at winning if they are in that position at that stage of the race. I tear up every time.
Lowlights (this year): Windy. A stranger, seeing my Cubs cap, assumes I’m a diehard fan and starts yakking up about the team. When I explain the cap is more about attending a few games with the journalist friend (Mark Caro) who gave me the headgear, the stranger gives me this look that suggests it’s weird, even wrong, hell — immoral to wear a logo if you aren’t proclaiming your love-object to the world.
Yes, Boston has taught me everything I know about how not to be a good sports follower.
I hooted with laughter at the TV and then cheered. This was Boston’s 9/11, and this was the defiant attitude we needed, bad.
One of our all-time favorite sports champs in any role. This hurts as much as a music icon. I was most devastated, however, at the announcement about five years ago, that she suffered from early-onset Alzheimer’s. That accursed disease has twisted my world more than once and shows there is no mercy or justice in this life.
Years ago, I assumed, from casual watching, that womens’ basketball was just less dynamic than the male version. Coach Summitt showed me how wrong I was.Every time I came across one of her games on TV it was a must-watch. Like all master coaches she fused with her teams and their iron-boned determination was a thrill to behold. They never lost because they went slack or tried something stupid. The record wins were apt rewards.
And I loved her wonderful life story. She was just my age.
Lots of poetry in this tribute. Let the snappy, sassy quotes not be forgotten or the potent prizefighting overlooked — but the emphasis is in the right place with this piece.