... the journal

The Guest
Refrigerator Door

Now we have some magnets from Bob, who is an internet-friend I've never met, but who sent this series...

rs-loose.jpg (12471 bytes)



* Discussion *

Talk about it here.



WHAT I'M READING...

0062507249.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg (4762 bytes)

Becoming a Man:
Half a Life Story

by
Paul Monette

My Amazon wish list


WHAT I'M WATCHING...

The World Series
E.R.


Pictures from our The England and Orkney trip are on my own Club Photo page.



powered by SignMyGuestbook.com


That's it for today!

 

TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME

2 November 2001

For some reason, I seem to have a reawakened interest in baseball. When the Giants first came to San Francisco, I was a big fan. Many's the day I've shivered my way through a game at Candlestick park. (All these years later, I still remember that Willie Mays was #24 and McCovy was #44.)

When the Giants played the World Series, in the 60s (I wasn't such an avid fan that I remember the dates exactly), I was working for the Physics Department at UC Berkeley and I remember a bunch of us crowded in the chairman's office, crowded around a teeny screen black and white television, holding our breaths and then the agonizing cry: "If McCovy had only hit it two feet further!"

As the years passed, and things like...life...and kids...and other stuff came in, I still had a passing interest in the score, but I was too busy to watch the games any more. Maybe the Giants didn't have as much of a draw in those days either.

Last year I actually sat and watched some of the World Series and discovered that I enjoyed the experience very much. I'd forgotten how exciting the game could be.

Maybe this year it was the whole World Trade Center/terrorism thing that brought me back to the great American pastime. Or maybe it was spending time in England with Mary, who is an avid Mariners fan. As the playoffs began I started rooting for the Mariners, and actually taking an interest in the games.

Of course they didn't win, but I found it hard not to be happy for the Yankees. After all, New York could use an excuse to have something to cheer for.

So when the Series itself started, I felt a compulsion to watch, and to root for New York. I'm lovin' the whole business. I don't actually sit and watch (I have this tendency to fall asleep if immobilized for more than 5 minutes in a soft chair, no matter how interesting whatever is on the television screen is), but I've followed most of the games, at least when we've been home.

I'm even enjoying the corny "God Bless America" during the 7th inning stretch. I was actually moved to tears watching the NY police officer who sang it last night. What exposure that guy has had. You wonder if he's going to continue with the force after all the attention his voice has had.

Last night we were out during most of the game, but we got home just as Derek Jeter hit his two-out homer in the 10th inning. I do love endings like that. The crowd goes wild. Much more fun than a game where one team is leading by a significant number of runs throughout the whole game. (Of course it's only fun if your team wins!)

Tonight I had no hope that NY would pull it off. They weren't hitting, a stupid error gave the Diamondbacks a run. Who would guess that the Yankees would even the score in the 9th inning...or that Knoblauch would manage to get home on Soriano's single to win the game.

(See? I take good notes!)

I wonder if this is the start of a reawakening of an interest in sports for me. I've never been an avid sports fan, but I have enjoyed my share of 49er games--I'm an expert at shivering at Candlestick...uh...3-Com...Park) I remember going to a game with family members a couple of years ago. I was having a wonderful time, but I'm not a screamer. I internalize it all. I was accused of not having enjoyed myself because I wasn't yelling and screaming at the game.

I don't even know if I did any screaming back at Berkeley when we watched the Bears get defeated game after game after game...and then occasionally actually manage to win one. I may have uttered a few sounds on those rare occasions when we won the Big Game.

But I will admit to uttering a "whoop!" when Knoblauch came sliding into home plate tonight. It's enough to make me look forward to next year's season. Once we get this years World Series won.

Maybe next year I'll get ambitious and start studying cricket.

The non-striker simply stands behind the other popping crease, waiting to run if necessary. The bowler takes a run-up from behind the non-striker's wicket. He passes to one side of the wicket, and when he reaches the non-striker's popping crease he bowls the ball towards the striker, usually bouncing the ball once on the pitch before it reaches the striker.

...or not.


One Year Ago:
Beans in my Ears

(Club Photo has started deleting
photo albums after 90 days,
so the photos which were once there,
have been removed now)


previous | Journal home | bio | cast | archive | next
Bev's Home Page

Created 11/1/01 by Bev Sykes