That World Series probably made some sports atheists return to the flock.
Personally I remain agnostic about the sport but it’s possible that God is trying to get me to be a fan. He – or She – let me nap during the 17-minute rain delay which, by the way, allowed one of our office sports wags to quip.
“Oh, you napped during the delay?” he asked. “So did the Indians, up through the rest of the game.”
I get to work with clever folks.
Ruminations on the beauty of baseball can get downright poetic, which is among my complaints about the sport. It’s slow. The players’ pants are too long and watching them at work causes me anxiety thinking they will trip and fall. Many now have beards, which is fine since I had one for 17 years but mine was neat and trimmed. These folks, particularly the pitchers, grow hayfields on their faces. And that causes me to watch a few innings wondering how they stand the heat in summer. More anxiety.
I have enough without baseball.
Loved the series, though, because it’s relatively simple. You either walk, hit the ball, or strike out. You catch the ball or you don’t.
Sure, there is baseball’s version of the replay but judgments are fast as opposed to football where the replay and “the call by the officials” take way too long.
So, for simplicity I understand why the purists love the game and grant them their ardor.
But it’s those folks who seek greater truth through baseball who cause me to switch channels.
And sure enough, those folks could not leave well enough alone at the glorious – if you like the Cubs – end to this series.
“I saw many metaphors relative to this presidential election,” said a man on a talk show. Next station, please.
There were and are none, okay?
The game ended and the series ended. There is a winner, The Chicago Cubs.
Wednesday, the day after the election, this controversial and I say entertaining presidential race will simply move into the next mode of challenges, poor losing, and more controversy.
Hillary will be elected. Count on it.
She may get impeached.
Obama may pardon her before she takes office.
She may pardon herself.
Amid all these “mays,” she will still be unlikable.
Donald will be able to go back to being Donald, unleashed and unfiltered, and will be both obnoxious and ridiculous again. He will find a way to make money off this behavior.
The final days have been as exciting as the Series with the candidates trading personality traits. Hillary became downright ugly with slurs and outbursts. Donald started acting presidential and reserved and even started talking about issues.
The only constant was Obamacare, which remained hideous and just plain awful.
I found some poetry in the election or at least a nod to William Shakespeare when a friend said they were headed to early voting to decide between the “knave and the fool.”
So, when the voting ends and we have a new president we can all call out, “Play ball!”
Richard Connor is president and publisher of the Fort Worth Business Press. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org