Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, May 8, 2017, 10:15 a.m. Lots of times, when I’m watching a NASCAR race on television, I think of the early scenes of Days of Thunder, when Harry Hogge is back in North Carolina, on his tractor, while the Daytona 500 is taking place. I’m not sure what occupied Harry with his tractor in mid-February, but that’s Hollywood, I reckon. A … Continue reading A Nice Race Story and a Nice Review of a Racing Novel
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, February 4, 2017, 9:43 a.m. The weather has cooled, though it’s still a poor excuse for winter. I just got through playing “Facebook Friends” on my Pawless guitar. Earlier this morning, I wished a few of them – the Facebook friends, not Pawless guitars — happy birthday. I had almost exactly the same breakfast I’ve had every morning since I got … Continue reading Lord, Coach Lombardi, What Have You Done?
The Boston Red Sox are no more. The third game was the only one I saw. Games one and two occurred while I was writing about high school football games. Monday night was excruciating, as games tend to be when one’s favorite team is eliminated. On Tuesday, I watched the remaining baseball. The Dodgers and Nationals are playing the only Game 5 Thursday … Continue reading Tucked Safely Away
Between episodes of an irreverent short story, I’ve decided today to write about sports in this space, rationalizing it on the basis that what will be written forthwith is fictitious and exaggerated. ORCHESTRAL INTRO “Live from Grand Canyon Arena in Teaneck, New Jersey, it’s the finals of the Rust Belt Conference Men’s Basketball Tournament, matching the Fighting Guide Dogs of the University of Alaska-Ookwacha against … Continue reading Various Absurdities of the Televised Sporting Life
For a long time, he hated the Indianapolis Colts. They were his when they were in Baltimore, and then an evil man, Robert Irsay, moved them away in moving vans. March 29, 1984. A Day That Will (Also) Live in Infamy. It was unthinkable, and, in response, he did the unthinkable. He started rooting for the Washington Redskins. They’d always been sort of his sentimental … Continue reading That Old-Time Feeling Arises
Autumn isn’t really based on dates on a calendar. My belief is that it has different lengths in different places. This isn’t original. People say they like where they live because “it has four seasons.” The best way to determine the beginning of fall is that wild onions start growing in my front yard. When the grass grows little, but the onions rise above it, … Continue reading See Change
In the baseball season to date, my favorite moment occurred when the Red Sox’ Mookie Betts legged out an infield hit and took off for second base, like a kid in tee-ball who just runs and runs and runs until he’s either out or scores. Betts took off for second because he saw that no one was covering it. A few nights back, Dustin Pedroia … Continue reading Little Things