Top of the 5th
I am conflicted.
I have a soft spot for both the Cubs and the Dodgers.
I have spent time in Vero Beach, FL, where the Dodgers had their spring training for so long – since they were from Brooklyn, where they belong. I have sat in the stands next to Tommy Lasorda. I met Sandy Koufax and the great Vin Scully.
I have eaten Dodger Dogs!
On the other side, I try to get to Wrigley Field for my favored Cubs each summer. No place is better. Wrigley by itself is enough. I have great memories of those friendly confines, with the ivy and mid-week day games and no exploding scoreboards.
But I am mad at the Dodgers for abandoning Vero Beach. Grrr.
Besides, I don’t think the Dodgers have anything going for them in the Latin language cheers category.
Detail from the photo to the right…
TOP of the 5th after a Dodger grand slam…
Sometimes I wonder if my rooting for a team means the kiss of death.
I am conflicted again.
Still, if things go really badly for the Cubbies, I may have the satisfaction of watching Lou Piniella kick his hat around the infield and maybe pull up a couple bases on his way to the locker room.
TOP of the 7th after a Dodger HR
BOTTOM of the 8th
TOP OF 9th
This is where I wax lyrical… or become aenigmatic… i don’t know which:
Iamque meum tibi quod narro mirabile dictu
fatum: nam geminis constat mihi robur in armis,
captandi sub rictibus est fiducia grandis;
non praedura uel aspera neu me feruida terrent;
rictibus intrepidis sed cuncta capessere tempto.
[Tatuinus Aenigmata 27
What is it about? and why did I put those words in bold?]
Anyway… here comes
The Red Sox at the ANGELS.
What to do… as we begin between the feast of St. Michael and the feast of the Guardian Angels.