the boys of spring


Some days are best spent without criticism. Free from the scrutiny of a jaundiced eye. Clean.

Today was like that.

I could go on and on about Rupert Murdoch. I could use the Piazza trade as an intro to a tirade about overpaid celebrity athletes. I could talk about the neighborhood that still exists in Chavez Ravine and how it suffers economically as it did sixty years ago when my mother lived there.

But I won't.

Because it was a beautiful day for a ballgame.


Today's Music:

The crack of the bat.


Wisdom of the Day:

"If the people don't want to come out to the park, nobody's going to stop 'em."

-- Yogi Berra