A Series with no rooting interest still resonates
Trying to figure out a rooting interest in this World Series that starts Wednesday and, you know what?
Time to cheer for the game rather than a team.
I find St. Louis fans totally insufferable with their “We’re smarter than the rest of you because we come out to the games and ours is the last true baseball city” crap; besides, I still think Tony LaRussa is smarmy and that’s a taste that’ll never go away.
The Red Sox? The “idiots” a few years ago with Johnny Damon and the rest of ‘em was kinda cute, the beards this time around drive me crazy, their suggestion that they are somehow tougher “gamers” than anyone else in the sport rankles a bit and the act is boring.
I don’t really give a rat’s butt about the John Farrell angle – I would suspect local fans would be drooling if someone considered a gig with the TOD to be a “dream job” and would welcome them back – so that’s not a factor.
But none of that means I won’t pay attention and there’s one very good reason for that and it speaks to the enduring love of the game that’s born in childhood and somehow stays with you forever.
The very first World Series I remember well was in 1967, the Cards and the Red Sox and when they start on Wednesday this year, that one’s going to be in my mind.
It’s kind of how I became a Red Sox fan, that Improbable Dream season with Yaz winning a Triple Crown and Jim Lonborg dominating somehow caught the attention of a kid who could basically only read about games; it’s the way we all became fans back in the time when there weren’t nightly highlight shows or saturation coverage of every minute of every game every day.
That series was hugely compelling to me – hell, I was afraid of Bob Gibson and I was just a kid watching – because it had my Red Sox, Roger Maris, it went seven games, Lonborg pitched gamely on about two days rest in Game 7 if I recall correctly.
It was one of those moments when you became a fan – I recall having one of those old transistor radios in my ear during afternoon school and racing home so I could hopefully catch an inning or two -- and that's part of the reason we'll be paying rapt attention this time around.
That's the cool and enduring thing about baseball that I think puts it over every other sport. Things you remember stay with you; 2013 can evoke memories of 1967 and that's kind of cool
Now, if they'd play all the games in the afternoon again, that'd be pretty cool, no? And if they still made tiny transistor radios, that'd be even cooler.
So I do McCown’s show on Friday and it’s radio on TV so smart people think …
Not bad, eh? Lucky I have smart friends who point things out.
Okay, so I arrive at the arena – finally, after much traffic hell – and stand on Bay Street and wander down to Lakeshore and I see the runners in the marathon and the 5-k and 10-k runs chugging along and, man, am I impressed.
Of course, standing there having fresh air and with a quad vente latte in my mitts makes me feel as chubby and old and slovenly as I’ve ever felt because the effort those folks put in is incredible.
I know people who’ve run more than 30 marathons in their lives and the dedication that takes is stunning.
The record setting run struck a chord, too. I don’t do a lot of writing about marathons or track and field so when I do I tend to remember it and when I saw that Lanni Marchant had broken Sylvia Ruegger’s record, it sent me scurrying for this.
A year later, it’s news again; kind of fun to look back.
Yes, we’ll back with an IGBT about 7 p.m. be sure to stop in and say hello if you’re loafing around with nothing else to do.
What do we think the reaction to Andrea will be tonight? Given what happened as the first game between the two teams a week or so ago, I’m thinking it’s going to be a bit of a yawner.
Hope so, at least.
So the NFL is all about violence and devastating hits and it sells itself on that an awful lot and fans tend to relish it.
As I’m settled on a stool yesterday afternoon then, you can imagine the surprise when an overtime game is decided on a penalty for – get this! – pushing.
Trust me, if you hope to get the chance to explain the game sometime to someone who is new to the sport and trying to figure it out – and that’s actually fun – that’s a head-scratcher that you’ll never quite explain.
Looks like there’ll be a bit more HOTH experimentation, at least for one night tonight against the Knicks for one good reason:
No one’s been really good.
That’s among the Raptors backups as Dwane pointed out Sunday afternoon when he mentioned that he’ll give plenty of time to backups tonight to see if someone emerges.
“We’ve got to find out that sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth spot and make our rotation more solid. It may fluctuate until somebody just grabs it and runs with it and demands it and commands it. That may take some time.
“They’re playing almost at the same level, nobody’s really stood out and separated themselves.”
I still contend the bench is going to be an issue, I don’t see a lot of scoring unless they use Steve Novak some more and find shots for him behind the arc, and I don’t know how consistent they are going to be defensively.
Hansbrough will give them an edge (here’s a tome on him from Sunday practice) but other than that, it’s like Dwane says, a bunch of guys who have been okay but nothing particularly special.
There doesn’t seem to be a lot of concern over the starters and I can understand that. Through a couple of dozen practices and a few games when they’ve played together, they have been okay and should hit the ground running on Oct. 30 when the bright lights come on for real.
Can’t say the same for the other four or five guys who are going to play regular minutes.