Friday, February 21, 2020

(Nearly) The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Yes. 

The Major League Baseball World Series Championships of 2017 and 2018 should be vacated. The banners taken down, trophies returned and rings smashed to bits. My mom used to say cheaters never prosper so I'm sort of glad she never got to see what happened as the second decade of the twenty-first century rounded third and headed for home. 

And sorry Dusty Baker and your whiny little plea to the same MLB Commissioner who didn't punish any Astros players for their cheating but whom you now wish to protect those same cheaters from retribution by opposing pitchers. I hope your players get drilled once or more during every at-bat not just all season but for every game of their entire careers. 
Bitter, yeah. Just a skosh.

All that said. Spring training baseball gets absolutely real today as both the Grapefruit and Cactus Leagues commence play. Finally!  

Anyone who tells you baseball in Arizona and Florida in February does not count has never, ever lived in the Northeastern part of the United States. Those of us who (now) call New England home can face unconfirmed rumors of a nasty-a$$ winter storm return later this month with grace and composure, assuming we have MLB Network because our lives between possible snowflakes will be filled with images of grown, supposedly adult, men accomplishing sandlot heroics at Wall Street Raider salaries. And we eat it all up with a spoon and damn sure we ask for seconds, please.

For folks like me, surrounded by choices like SNY for the Mets, NESN for the Red Sox and YES for the Yankees, I'm almost tempted to say let it snow for a month (almost tempted). It'll be melted by the All-Star Game, at least it usually is. Old Man Winter, do your worst and we'll do our best. 


Baseball, the ageless pastime that makes old men young again has returned. and if the green of the grass looks just a little different maybe it's because of the dye we're using to make the field 'pop' because of the TV cameras with the artificial turf, but no worries, the crack of the bat isn't lip-synced. 


Break out the Windex, Rog. We're ready, okay, maybe only speaking for me, we are completely past ready and fully there.
-bill kenny 

2 comments:

Adam Kenny said...

Play Ball may not be the two most joy-producing words in the English language, but they are surely on the medal stand!

William Kenny said...

It's perhaps ironic the only place on earth you cannot play baseball is in the Major League Commissioner's office because...he has no balls.

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