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“Lemonade, lemonade—like graaaaandmaaaaa maaaaade.”
Hadn’t heard that voice since last spring. I’d forgotten how lyrical was. Sure enough, it is the gap-toothed, mustachioed, one-legged black guy with the high, shrill voice, peddling his wares. He barely limps on his prosthesis as he carts his drinks up and down the lawn in left field.
It’s Spring Training. We are at Scottsdale Stadium. Our linguistic hero is a bona-fide original—like the world we are inhabiting. Suddenly, life makes sense.
Oh my! What a game last night! Twists, Drama, Grit. Amazing… but that was September. Time to flip your calendars. Preview Open
Let me toss out a midsummer spitball here and see what you do with it.
Derek Jeter is an interesting player to me. He is, at once, among the greatest ballplayers I’ve seen and also one of the most overrated. He is deserving of lavish praise and yet it all seems overdone. There’s just something about Jeter that doesn’t completely add up for me.
Here’s what I think I mean…
Here we are – The Midsummer Classic. Roughly half of this season’s story has been written and it’s been a good one. Well… except for replay. My Buccos have benefited from a few big replay calls so I probably shouldn’t complain. But I will. Replay is just plain dumb and it kills the mood. Preview […]
I recently finished a brilliant critique of radical environmentalism, The Fanaticism of the Apocalypse, a book by the French philosopher and writer, Pascal Bruckner.
Bruckner makes few scientific claims and even acknowledges that there may be some man-caused warming. But he finds the entire movement (he calls it “ecologism”) to be creepy, anti-human, overwrought, irrational, and the worst kind of secular religion.
Bruckner writes in an aphoristic, quotable style that has been rendered into compelling English by his translator, Steven Rendell.
I wouldn’t change my current life as a homeschooling mom for anything. The blur of days begin and end with diapers, and are filled with Lego hazards, laundry mountains, and dodging direct questions about the Tooth Fairy.
But sometimes a news item pokes through the delightful drudgery to bring me back — back to my twenties, when I woke up around 10 a.m., read three or four newspapers cover to cover, and set off for my one daily obligation — getting to the ballpark by 2:30 p.m.
The passing of Don Zimmer was one such news item.
Hartmann von Aue will host a meetup at the Salt Lick in Round Rock, TX on May 3, just prior to some exciting Minor League baseball, and also on May 3, Felicia B and I will co-host in Santa Ana, CA where you can chat with the irrepressible ROMAN GENN, cartoonist and illustrator for National […]
Fifty years after their departure for the wilds of Los Angeles, old men sat on the steps of Brooklyn brownstones and would spit on the ground at the mere mention of the name “Walter O’Malley.” Along the shores of Lake Erie nothing could be more hurtful than the words “Super Bowl Champion Baltimore Ravens.” Those […]