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September 22, 2005
Autumn baseball
Let me just say, I love baseball. I don't care what anyone says, nothing else can hold a candle to this game. Yes, the players can be immature assholes, but nothing can top a baseball game where something critical is at stake.
Admittedly, a baseball game is no fun unless there is a raucous crowd, but the same holds true for any sporting event. But that is the great thing about baseball in late September and early October: the parks are packed, titles are at stake, and every single pitch is crucial.
I'm currently embroiled in the White Sox/Twins game, 1-1 to in the top of the tenth. The Sox had the bases loaded with one out in the 9th and failed to score. They popped out twice in a row. Delightful.
Surprisingly, Hawk Harrelson actually did something I liked: he said nary a word for almost an entire minute, through a few pitches. It was great not to hear his gibberish, but also great not to hear any talking. I recommend it.
Posted by oz115 at September 22, 2005 08:35 PM
Comments
You sound like a man who would love cricket?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/cricket/ashes_2005/4272626.stm
Posted by: Dave at September 23, 2005 01:11 AM
Maybe Hawk snuck out to take a dump.
Posted by: Pete at September 23, 2005 09:15 AM
The Hawk can suck on my balls.
Posted by: Stat Boy at September 23, 2005 12:32 PM