Saturday, December 01, 2007

"People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." -- Rogers Hornsby

Tommy Skilling didn't lie. He said, chance of precipitation, 100%. And here it is, a goddamn veritable winter wonderland.

In anticipation thereof, yesterday, my hoarding instinct kicked in full-force and I collected enough food at "The Jewel's" (over by dere) to make myself spherical. My little fridge, she is full to overflowing. I did venture out into the "winter cocktail" this afternoon to get beer ... and that was enough for me. I think I'll skip the Iditarod® training yet again this year. Ribbie and Roobarb nod their inanimate stuffed agreements.

Hey, how many days till pitchers and catchers report?

Harry Caray

"Fear Strikes Out" (Jimmy Piersall Story) - Breakdown Scene

Bill Veeck Interview

POSTSCRIPT: To those who periodically chastise me for refusing to admire one Chicago major league ballclub to the exclusion of the other, I have a two-word reply: Bill Veeck. You can hardly get more iconographically "White Sox" than Bill Veeck. Yet, here he is in this video hoisting a beer cup adorned with a Cubs logo, apparently voluntarily. He planted the fucking ivy at Wrigley Field, for crying out loud. I'm sick of this shit where it's a mandatory Manichean duality. That horseshit is fucking bush league. Yeah, I know, why don't I tell you how I reeeeeeeally feeel??

1 comment:

Des-tavian said...

I saw the Harry Caray video. I remember when Jay Marrioti wrote that the Cubs would never get to the World Series as long as Harry Caray was broadcasting. Well, Harry's been dead for about ten years, Mr. Marrioti. Which celebrity's continued existence should we blame for the Cubs' mediocre performance? I vote for Dennis DeYoung.