Michigan did not beat the shit out of Ohio State. In fact, it was the other way around.
The Lions didn’t win, but it was a good Thanksgiving. Aunt Barb, Brenda and Ronnie were there. I feel like a beached whale right now, so I’m going to spend the rest of the evening in the recliner, watching the Wizard of Oz. It’s on TBS.
That was Game 7. The Houston Astros just lost the World Series and the Washington Nationals won. I guess this was the Nationals’ first World Series. So, congratulations to them, though they weren’t my team.
Well, that’s it for baseball 2019. Football, basketball and hockey will have to do until Spring Training 2020.
Last night, after the World Series Game 6, my friend Katie asked me “What made you love baseball so much?” This is what I said.
Hard to say. I grew up hearing about Kirk Gibson. I might’ve watched some of the 1984 World Series, but don’t know if I was really that into it. I remember watching the Dodger’s World Series when Gibson played for them, but not sure I paid much attention.
It’s funny. I feel like I didn’t really follow baseball when I was a kid, but at the same time, I seem to have watched baseball regularly. I remember watching Gibson when he played for the Pirates, and I watched him when he came back to Detroit. Though I didn’t really understand the game until later in my life.
Also, I think the movie Field of Dreams had a lot to do with turning me onto baseball. Mostly because the movie introduced me to the history of the game, which I found fascinating. Baseball is like a religion to me. It’s deep and traditional. In the order of things, I place baseball above the Bible. There is nothing more magical and powerful than baseball, not in my book. Baseball is also something I turn to during hard times. It helps me get through.
Though I enjoy the game as a fan, I’m sad that I didn’t enjoy it much as a player. I played little league, but I was so clueless, confused, self-conscious and unsure of what I was supposed to be doing. I didn’t really play. I just stood there like an idiot. Later, in a high school P. E. class, we played softball on the school’s baseball field. I surprised myself by slugging the ball deep into the outfield. At that point, I realized I could’ve been a decent baseball player. I should have tried out for the school’s team, but I didn’t, and it might have been too late anyway.
I’m trying to get back to blogging at least once a day. I was derailed for a week or so.
Yesterday my brother came over to watch the World Series Game 1. We missed the first half hour because I wanted to watch “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”. If there’s a Charlie Brown special on, I have to watch it.
I cooked a pasta-burger mix and there was plenty for both of us.
Well, I’m having a slow day, but I got some work done. Going to cook steak. Game 2 starts at 8.
That was beautiful. The Astros are going to the World Series. It was the bottom of the 9th. The Yankees were picking up their game and the score was 4-4. There were two outs when Jose Altuve hit the ball so high and far I thought it would leave the stadium.
The Astros will face the Nationals in the World Series.
I love baseball.
The Dodgers and Braves are out, so I’m not very interested in the NLCS. Game 5 for the Astros and Rays ALDS starts at 7. If the Astros lose, I might not watch the ALCS or the World Series this year. I just don’t care much for the Rays, Yankees, Cardinals and Nationals.
This was a very productive day. I might’ve kept going, but the Astro-Ray game started and Verlander is pitching. This is Game 4. If the Astros win today, they win the division. If they lose, there’ll be Game 5.
The Braves and Cardinals are 2-2, so are the Dodgers and Nationals. They’ll all settle in their Game 5s.
Oh, and the Yankees already swept out the Twins.