Things of Which I Thought

Things are picking up again at Fenway Park this year ... at least so far.

Things are picking up again at Fenway Park this year … at least so far.

Clinton, S.C., Tuesday, May 28, 2013, 4:54 p.m.

Recent observations, listed here in lieu of any coherent subject on which to blog:

Furman was the only school in the Southern Conference Baseball Tournament whose fans didn’t wear camouflage caps with the school logo on them. Perhaps my alma mater has fewer outdoors types. Or fewer military types. I really don’t know. I mean it to neither praise nor criticize. It’s just something I noticed.

The Rockies-Astros game on TV right now has a crowd numbering well into the hundreds. This must be qualifying.

The white supremacist who resigned from S.C. Gov. Nikki Haley’s reelection campaign is not white. You can’t make this stuff up.

When I was growing up, I read about the athletes of yore. Nowadays, if any discussion occurs regarding the greatest of all-time in any sport, no one from the past is even considered. Part of it is ignorance, and part of it is arrogance.

Recent events have led to a fear of allowing anyone to hold an umbrella for me.

6:45 p.m.

A year ago, the question regarding the Red Sox was “can Bobby Valentine get his act together?” The fact that it was needed made it wishful thinking. In hindsight, of course, it was laughable.

Now the Red Sox are actually in first place (it may be a tie with the Yankees after tonight). The team hasn’t been free of injuries. Nothing appears to be a fluke. The players seem to enjoy playing for John Farrell. It’s not a powerhouse, but the 2013 Sox seem to play together and respond to adversity. Damn it, I’ve allowed myself to get optimistic.

If someone has to beat the Red Sox, I hope it’s Terry Francona’s Tribe, which just dropped three of four in Boston. I’m glad the Red Sox won, but I’m an Indians fan when they’re playing anyone else.

My theory for the Red Sox decline is that Theo Epstein started pretending he was running the Yankees. I don’t know if they’re back, but they’re getting there.

Sometimes I flip over to the Dodgers game just for a Vin Scully fix. It’s the broadcasting equivalent of classical music.

Baseball is killing the NBA and NHL for me. I feel a little guilty about watching so many unimportant games and missing so many important ones. I just love baseball. Guilty, your honor.

On the other hand, the question might be this: Is baseball my favorite sport because of the game itself, or is it because I love the Red Sox more than any other professional team?

I would, however, like to watch Game 7 between the Red Wings and Blackhawks Wednesday night.

About Monte

For 20 seasons, I mostly wrote about NASCAR. I'm still paying attention, but I'm spending more of my time these days writing novels and songs. I try to blog regularly on whatever happens to strike my fancy.
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