Back in the 90’s I got a baseball game I really enjoyed playing. There was no high end graphics. It was all text. And audio. It was a statistical simulation which I really enjoyed.
I plugged my PC’s audio to my stereo and I would listen to my games being played out.
Ernie Harwell had the call on APBA’s Baseball. It was pretty cool for its time. It included a Markov calculation for the best lineup.
One of Harwell’s calls came when a batter stuck out looking.
He stood there like a house on the side of the road and watched it go by.
Great line from a Hall of Fame announcer. Take the bat off your shoulders. You can’t ever succeed if you don’t even swing the bat.
Ernie Harwell is gone from this world, but I still appreciate the announcing style he presented. I wish there were more announcers like those of his era.
I rushed home today and listened to the calls of the local Major League Baseball team as it was the first Spring Training game. I had the news on with the sound down as I streamed the baseball game through my Sonos speaker over MLB At Bat app.
Times have changed over the last 20 years.
In many ways.
Baseball, as I’ve preached over the years, reminds me of my childhood. Of being young. I enjoy the game, but it’s not like I’m as passionate about it as others. I’m not as passionate about it as, say, the fans of the local National Football League team. I have no flags or decals on my car and there no day which is dedicated to the sport weekly. I catch it when I can.
Baseball is a daily thing that allows me to enjoy it at my leisure. And I do.
As I listened to the announcers of today tell me about every statistic they can muster up, I watch as Trump tweets are thrown up on the screen. I’m sorry, today is not the day for a full baseball post. It’s just not.
Sorry if I just lost you.
But I wish Ernie Harwell would have called this past year. Not that he was political. To my knowledge.
America, you stood there like a house on the side of the road and watched this happen.
America had a crazy great uncle who was always inviting himself to gatherings, but nobody had the guts to kick him out. And he would say all kinds of crazy things to people. He would offend the hell out of them. But nobody had the decency to tell him he was wrong or he needed to stop saying things.
Political correctness really has a place.
And I have a grandmother who does these things. She does not know when not to say things. Or when NOT to say things. I can’t help what people think, but you should be ashamed if comes out your mouth.
And then one day a member of the family started dating a black guy. Well, many people liked this guy except for the crazy great uncle who kept inviting himself to the gatherings.
And crazy great uncle Donald started telling others that the one black boyfriend does not belong in the house. He started convincing others that he was doing bad things outside the home. He got really mad. He gained momentum and eventually shifted the family gatherings to his house.
Nobody challenged him. They just let it happen. The problem is that not enough people said no.
Trump threw shade on the DNC nomination of Perez today. He’s like a mean girl with old, orange skin. Crazy great uncle Donald should have never been given a phone or taught how to sign up for Twitter.
We have to accept that, as a country, we just stood there watching strike three. We just stood there and accepted what could possibly happen. And it may be because crazy great aunt Hillary was trying to get the gatherings at her stinky house.
The anger is coming out.
Nobody is all that comfortable with it.
This house is already smelling like Ben Gay and gun powder.
Crazy Great Uncle Donald recently dismissed that he was Anti-Semitic by telling the world that he was the least Anti-Semitic person in the world.
So I remind you of a tweet (one of many) he posted regarding Jon Stewart. “Overrated” is a go to line. Trump is racist. His footprints follow him
And, remember, he followed up his comments regarding Jews by telling the world his is the least racist person in the world.
If only he didn’t hate the black guy dating a member of the family simply by rounding up all the people who hate black people he could find.
If you’re not following, Obama was born in America.
It seems we’ve lost the power to tell crazy great uncle Donald he’s wrong now. He can’t hear you. He won’t hear you. He thinks he’s in charge. And like a 12 year old girl who has been dumped by his boyfriend of two months, he has tweeted out hatred toward the media. Because that’s how he deals.
He also announced he won’t be going to the Spring Fling dance. Take that boyfriend. If you won’t love him, he won’t go at all. And the White House Correspondents’ Dinner may be great again.
Nobody loves you, crazy great uncle Donald. Your support is fake support. You need to realize this.
You’re so unwilling to accept what people have to say of you, that your only defense is that of third grade “rubber and glue” defense. Congratulations.
I’m not amazed that we got to this point. I actually thought it would happen.
But as I start listening to more and more Spring games on my Sonos, I must be reminded of that famous Ernie Harwell call above.
Crazy great uncle Donald won the game because, in a game of 27 outs, 14 refused to swing the bat at all.
They just stood there like a house on the side of the road and watched it happen.