That's the beauty of the slow game of baseball. For 3+ hours it languishes on in April. Where in basketball, football and hockey the action is always continuous, always occurring, baseball lacks that consistency. And in there is why it is so magnificent. Without the slow doldrums of the game, the apexes would lack actual peaks. Constant scoring minimizes the point of scoring sometimes. Scoring 15 runs only means you have to keep the other team from scoring 14. Scoring 1 run means you have to do everything to keep the other team from scoring. While being down a run makes a base runner seem more like water in the desert than a kid at the candy store. And so that run to tie and homer to win was a monumental thirst quencher after the parching length and pace of the game.
Crackerjacks and Peanuts
AN ATTEMPT TO CHARACTERIZE, ANTHROPOMORPHIZE AND OTHERWISE DESCRIBE EVENTS AS THEY PERTAIN TO THE BOSTON RED SOX AND THE GAME OF BASEBALL. IN EFFECT, HERE TO TAKE YOU OUT TO A FEW BALLGAMES.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Way To Win
That's the beauty of the slow game of baseball. For 3+ hours it languishes on in April. Where in basketball, football and hockey the action is always continuous, always occurring, baseball lacks that consistency. And in there is why it is so magnificent. Without the slow doldrums of the game, the apexes would lack actual peaks. Constant scoring minimizes the point of scoring sometimes. Scoring 15 runs only means you have to keep the other team from scoring 14. Scoring 1 run means you have to do everything to keep the other team from scoring. While being down a run makes a base runner seem more like water in the desert than a kid at the candy store. And so that run to tie and homer to win was a monumental thirst quencher after the parching length and pace of the game.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
For The First Inning
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Reason #37
Opening Day at Fenway yesterday. In my wisdom I failed to get time off and was stuck at work while my father watched the game on a projection screen. No problem, I'll enjoy my hot dogs and ice cream and soda at home and watch the game delayed online. About eight o'clock I sit down for dinner after a bad, bad day and prepare to relax in tradition. The game comes on. One second before I switch to full screen mode, MLB.tv streams across my media player a graphic that reads: Dice-K pitches great as Red Sox win Home Opener.
Reason #37 why I hate MLB the organization.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A Good Start
One thing that has been pleasant lately is to be talking baseball again. Either through banter with a Yankee fan or on the Atlanta Braves season outlook, baseball is back. I've missed the discussion that always pervades the hours between games. And I've drafted a decent fantasy team as well, thus increasing my enjoyment for the season only in its infancy.
Baseball is back.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The Silence Of Pictures
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Transworld Depravity On Opening Day
In any other year, opening day is a proper noun complete with capitalization. But today, with the first pitch coming at 6AM EST live from Japan, there was nothing proper about it. Nothing that reminds me of Opening Day. The time when I used to run home from school or work, smell the hot dogs in the house and watch baseball. Eggs and bacon can't replace hot dogs and ice cream. And a 1-0 record, a win, can't replace this emptiness either. This feeling that I've let down my childhood because I couldn't muster the energy to get up and eat hot dogs and watch baseball before heading off to work. That somewhere, if we are to believe that every moment of time exists at the same time, a little child with a ball and glove and mustard around his lips saddeningly looked at me and this game and this version of opening day across dimensions as we sipped coffee and watch the Red Sox win. Alvin Plantinga might call this Transworld Depravity.
But they tell me this counts. They tell me this is Opening Day.
Transworld Depravity, which is used to prove that it is logical for evil to exist and their still be a good God, has proven something utterly stultifying today. And I'm sorry for that.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
All Apologies For A Lack Of A Creative Post With A Creative Title
And that's even worse. I think I've soiled any potential for readership. The boys of firejoemorgan.com are embarrassed. Tim McCarver, on the other hand, has just called: he wants his line back. And now Jerry Seinfeld's upset that I'm ripping him off. I can't win. There'll be no MacArthur award for me.
But the facts are these: spring training's upon us. Try as I might, I can't state it any better, with any more poetry or import or creativity. It is what it is. Grown men working to get back into game shape. Playing poor excuses for games that cost way too much to attend (I tried to go to a game in Fort Myers when we go to Miami in three weeks: $60+/per ticket!). Perhaps it was because the Yawkey Way folks lentus all a very quiet and inexpensive offseason. Or that we've now won the World Series twice(!) in my lifetime.
Spring training is a welcome occurrence, despite however little it does to get me geared up for the season these days. But it remains a sign of the glory to come, however bad the games are, however fat the players are, however expensive the games get.
To the point: Yada, yada, yada. Baseball is back.