A little Friday lightness for you:
This story out of Philadelphia makes me very happy -- which may indicate a predilection for misanthropy that demands clinical attention. Derek Dye, a rising senior at the University of Illinois, has a summer internship with a minor league baseball team. He will not be lost for words when asked what his experience was like:
Dye was being given the chance to run the organ music during Wednesday night’s game. There was a questionable call at first base. “Looked like our first baseman caught it, and then lost it on the transfer. So you figure the call would be out,” Dye told 94WIP’s Marc Farzetta.
So Dye thought he’d have a little fun. “I played “Three Blind Mice,” knew [sic] organ tone, no lyrics, just the organ,” he said. “And then, within about four or five seconds of the song playing, the home plate umpire looks up, yells as loud as he can, ‘you’re gone!’” The home plate umpire had tossed Dye from the game.
An irreverent organist? An irascible umpire? Set against the backdrop of mediocre baseball? This kind of low-stakes dystopia is your humble correspondent's definition of entertainment.