Thursday, October 30, 2008

the curse is lifted

stopped by dunkin donuts this morning for a cuppajoe and to stare longingly at the maple-frosted donuts topped with candycorn. you think in china they put candy on top of donuts? in europe? fuck no. that's why america is awesome. plus we're the WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS, or so trumpeteth the early edition papers stacked by the counter.

- good morning! - says the one other customer, a slight elderly man wearing carhartts and construction boots. i am sure he belongs to the ford f150 outside. -How are YOU?
- fine - and then reluctantly - how are you.
- specTACular.

he grins at me and god help me his smile's almost contagious. i play along
begrudgingly .
- why, are you a phils fan?
he throws his head back and laaaaaafs. the woman behind the counter looks at me pityingly as she hands me my coffee. apparently you don't get this dude wound up.
- oh NO. i don't have nothing to do with those pro athletes. turn the game into something it was never meant to be. all this media and advertisin' and payin' a man eight million dollars cos seven ain't enough. it's a travesty, young lady, a travesty.
i nod and smile and walk toward the door; he follows.
- world series – i hear the sarcasm drip as he rolls the phrase ove
r his tongue – that don't make no sense. you know what a REAL world series is?

i do. and what i would give to have CarharttMan with the "support our troops" ribbon and W sticker on his truck to tell me about the World Cup, but life isn't that neat is it.
- you go up to williamsport and you watch the Little Leaguers play. now THAT is a world series. you watch those little tykes from all over the world and you see how a game SHOULD be played. before it gets all complicated with ads and money and egos.

the ford chirps; he opens the door and nods at me.
- you have yourself a good day now.

CarharttMan may have a point, but if you saw the faces of each individual phils player as he ran to pile atop brad lidge after the final strikeout you saw the little leaguers ruiz, howard and utley. boil it down, and it's still The Game.


[if you want to see an amazing play from last night, check out this clutch move where second-baseman utley in a split-second sees there's no play on first and -- off balance -- throws a perfect ball to ruiz, who tags out what would have been the rays' go-ahead run . even the camera guy is fooled.]

11 comments:

fatmammycat said...

Is that cricket?

finn said...

if you're going by length of game, start to finish, it might as well have been.

laf is absolutely beside himself and is going to the victory parade in philly tomorrow.

fatmammycat said...

Heh, sports do have a way of throwing folk for a loop. The paramour is glum today. Glum and shouty.

finn said...

when laf's in a similar state italian snausages & peppers will cheer him up... and beer, it goes without saying.

something along those lines?

fatmammycat said...

Beer= good. He's making curry this evening, that usually singes his minges.

Theo said...

"singes his minges"

For the life of me I can't think of anything to say to that. Which isn't stopping me, apparently.

fatmammycat said...

It WAS rather hot.

finn said...

Hot is good.

fatmammycat said...

Plink, yes it is.

Theo said...

Oi Finn Dogg -- voted yet? Help me kick everybody's ass out to the polls so we can get the real curse lifted?

finn said...

DONE