Be seen and not heard, unless it's good music
A series of truly unrelated items today, catching up on the end of what turned out to be a tiring weekend.
I think I’m still not in the true rhythm of the baseball, the day-game-after-a-night-game thing and getting to the park at 3 on Saturday afternoon for a game that started about 8:30 kinda wears a fellow out.
Although I do live by the adage that the hardest turnaround in baseball – at least for a Grunt’s lifestyle – is day-game-after-a-day-game.
No clue right now what’s next on my fill-in career but there’s a homestand this week so I figure there’ll be some time with TOD.
Did Steve Williams really say it was “the best win of my life” after caddying for Adam Scott this weekend?
What? Did Scott have a lighter bag than anyone else?
Who is this guy? He was/is a bully, either an enabler or the most naïve man in the history of men, an otherwise anonymous minor league race car driver in New Zealand and he should go home every night and worship at the mantle of Tiger Woods while looking at his multi-million dollar bank account.
Now, I find it almost impossible to feel any sympathy for Tiger Woods, let’s get that straight right now.
But a trash-talking caddy who owes pretty much his existence to the guy who did all the actual work?
I don’t know Adam Scott from, well, from Adam but as long as that goof’s carrying his clubs, I hope he never wins another tournament.
Any meteorologists out there?
Could someone please explain to me on the most humid day I’ve had in maybe ever – temperature 34 C, real feel about 46 C – how can a violent thunderstorm run through downtown Baltimore and leave it its wake EVEN MORE HUMIDITY!
Aren’t storms supposed to clear the air?
I don’t get it.
First time covering games at Camden and, yes, it goes on the list of top major league parks.
Small enough to be quaint, big enough to be comfortable, new enough to be functional.
Obligatory basketball update:
The senior women are in China for three games this week, the senior men are off before reconvening in Toronto at the end of the week for the big games against Belgium on Saturday and Sunday.
Still dead quiet but at one point I was told it’d be August before they got serious about re-doing the front office and hiring someone with some title to work with Bryan and it’s Aug. 8 so maybe there’s some movement coming on that. Better make the call after the baby plane touches down later this morning.
I think the Irregulars – at least those who’ve been here over the weekend – know I hold Brett Lawrie in quite high regard.
Kid had a great first series (the story is here) but, man, getting a good quote’s like drawing blood from a stone.
I know he’s a rookie and they’re supposed to be seen and not heard but I have visions of Crash Davis and Nuke LaLoosh when we were standing around talking to him on Sunday.
(And this is right where I was going to link the clip of the cliché seen from Bull Durham but there’s a very bad word in it so I won’t).
Anyway, he seems to be a good kid and a helluva ballplayer, hope the other aspect comes around.
I think this week – well, after the mail tomorrow, that is – we should chronicle airport pet peeves, like we did driving a while ago.
Airports that don’t have good coffee places on the other side of security, a place where you can maybe get a latte or expresso or a croissant or something like that.
Because of our Institutionalized Security Paranoia, there will be no transporting of liquids through security, even caffeine-laced small paper cups.
And that means in some places we’re left to get small kiosk coffee that tastes like sludge and definitely doesn’t get a morning off to a good start.
It was more than 10 years ago – pre-9/11, I mean – and I’m at Reagan National in Washington.
Approach security check, have Starbucks with me and that was when you used to be able to carry a drink to the other side.
Well, this guy was having none of that and insisted I put my latte THROUGH THE X-RAY MACHINE!
No, it didn’t spill but, no, it didn’t warm it up, either.
So I’m in cab or the lobby or somewhere and the guy on the radio says it’s The Edge’s birthday today and that gets me thinking:
Is U2 the best band of my adult era?
Has to be, right?
I’m a Man Of A Certain Vintage and since I neared the three decade mark, this has been the best music I can think of.
I remember the buzz around the Joshua Tree release (I was working in St. John’s and it was huge) and if this wasn’t the best track, not sure what was.
Speaking of mail, which we’ll have here tomorrow since I’m doing some travelling today and there’s really nothing going on:
Q: Good morning Doug. Since there may be no NBA games in October I was wondering what you think you might be doing? More fill in gigs? Maybe follow the Toronto Rock? Pucks (Ha ha ha ha! I jest). And what role or team would you like have/follow if the NBA lockout does extend?
Richard H, Whitby
A: We – that being The Tall Foreheads and I – haven’t had that discussion left but, trust me, they’ll find something for me to do.
Personally, I don’t really care, I’m pretty easy going and will do what they ask and be happy. Maybe I’ll do more web stuff – that’d be pretty cool – and expand the blog a wee bit. But it’s all up in the air at the moment until we get some indication of what might go on with the basketball.