When the extraordinary becomes commonplace
Home, sweet home.
Not much has changed, Super Dog wanted to go for a walk three minutes after I got in, couch still comfortable, TV still works, life goes on.
Didn’t miss much, it seems.
But now, the regular grind, it seems. Or something approximating it since all I’m doing between now and at least Monday is just this each day and I’m really thinking one weekend mailbag and one day of total rest and relaxation.
But it was nice getting a bit caught up last night with …
What’d they do? Move the major league mound back up a few inches and not tell anyone?
Remember when major league no-hitters were rare and perfect games were truly scarce and if we got one of the former it was a big story and one of the latter it was front page news for a couple of days?
Felix Hernandez throws a perfect game yesterday and it’s like it’s already forgotten because it’s the third this season to go along with six no-hitters and it’s commonplace.
I have no real idea why they happen with such frequency – I’ll leave that to brighter minds than I – but I still put no-hitters up there with the greatest single-day accomplishments in sports and perfect games are even better because, well, because they’re perfect.
You need a combination of incredible skill and every now and then a wee bit of luck but, think about it, how hard is it to catch lightning in a bottle on one day like that?
A 50-point game? They happened with far less regularity than no-no’s or perfect games now. No, I’d guess maybe a 60-point game would be the equivalent.
A 200-yard rushing game in the football? Nah. Maybe 300.
Five goals in a pucks outing? Maybe, but six is better.
No, a perfect game, to me, is so far ahead of all one-day sports accomplishments that it’s not even close.
To have seen so many this season – there’ve been, what, 21 all time – is quite incredible.
It’s not like Felix Hernandez or Matt Cain or Phil Humber are super pitchers (well I’d say Hernandez and Cain are among the very best in baseball today) from whom we expected such dominance on one day.
Yet they did it, which makes it so special and such a memorable event.
Until the next one comes next month, that is.
Hang on a sec!
How come no one told me?
Not sure where Welcome Back, Kotter ranks on the all-time sitcoms – can’t imagine it’d crack the top 15 in my list if I sat down for a long time and thought about it – but who among us Of A Certain Vintage didn’t at one time in our lives go ..
Attention all Raptors fans.
We may see the pre-season schedule in the next little while – don’t know if it’ll be this week or next – but that’s going to be about it.
August, especially a post-Olympic August, is pretty much shutdown time for NBA teams. Coaches and GMs take a break to get ready for the season, players are just putzing around working on their games at home and it’s deadly quiet.
So, if we don’t mention them every day, it’s because there’s nothing going on and some of us need to catch our break a little bit, too.
As I mentioned, maybe just one mailbag this weekend (I could probably use a day) so help a fellow out, if you would.
It’ll be nice to hear from some of you.
Hey, Pearson Airport People:
Go to Heathrow, watch how it works for about a week and come back here and make this inadequate airport a wee bit more functional.
Go to Heathrow yesterday and it worked like a charm. Lots of people being moved through check-ins and security with little or no trouble, nothing at all intrusive, lots of idle time distractions once you cleared security (try finding something remotely interesting once you get on the other side at Terminal 1 here and Terminal 3 on the international end is downright embarrassing for its lack of services).
We had heard all kinds of horror stories before heading over there about the airport but they simply didn’t exist. Everything ran swimmingly and I can only hope Pearson gets its act together.
Not going to happen but it’s a nice thought.
It was, however, very cool riding a cab out to Heathrow in the Olympic lanes. Bet the cabbie, who had to drive all those inner city streets with just one lane available to them for the duration of the Games was thumbing her nose at the officials while she was driving in them.
Me? I was napping.
Wait a minute!
Something landed on Mars while we were gone?
I really should have turned the TV in my room on once or twice, seems a few other things happened.
What else did I miss?