Note: One of my writing books had this prompt: “What future are you looking forward to and why?” This is my answer. I edited it somewhat to clear up the grammar and censor a couple of curse words.
I’m looking forward to the next thing I write. There is something exciting about looking at a blank piece of paper and wondering what the f— you’re going to write about. It’s a mystery. I didn’t know what I was going to write on this paper until I saw the prompt. Now I’m just looking forward to my next writing challenge. I can’t look at it as drudgery; I have to look forward to it as a challenge. And this challenge I ain’t gonna lose (Thank you Freddy Mercury). I want to be challenged. I want to write something. I want to write something good. Maybe the only way to write something good is to write a ton of sh– and make something out of it. And I think I’m actually pounding out something good. If not something good, then something revealing. I don’t feel like giving up. If all this writing is somehow a mistake, I’m not through making it. And something tell me I don’t want to be through making it.
I hear my nose
Inhale and exhale
It sounds like music,
The music of life.
The Doorless Room
The past is a doorless room
We cannot enter.
We must do our best now
So we don’t regret
What we did in the past.
I think it was reading Babe Ruth’s biography, along with simulating the 1961 New York Yankees season with Strat-O-Matic baseball for PC. Maybe it started earlier, when I lived in and around Evansville, Indiana where Don Mattingly was born and raised. But I have become a New York Yankees fan.
Yes, a team I once hated as much as any team in Major League Baseball–and in sports, for that matter–I have now grown to love.
This past Saturday. I even watched part of a Yankees game on TV. I’m hooked. I’ve gone to the Dark Side.
Don’t get me wrong. The Cincinnati Reds are still my favorite Major League team. But I like the Yankees now, too.
God help me.
Lately I’ve been watching both GAME OF THRONES and FRIENDS. And those two shows got me thinking.
FRIENDS would’ve been more interesting if Monica and Ross had been like Cersei and Jaime Lannister.
TV: FRIENDS, GAME OF THRONES, BIG BANG THEORY.
MUSIC: “I’ll Be There for You”–The Rembrandts.
BOOK: PITCHING IN A PINCH–Christy Mathewson.
“In the spring, a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of baseball.”–Barney Rubble, THE FLINTSTONES
I’m not a young man anymore, but my thoughts have also turned to thoughts of baseball. I’m getting a bad case of Baseball Fever. I think it started when I began to play table top baseball–both board game and P.C. I played the Time Travel baseball board game. It was fun manually tossing the dice instead of simulating dice rolls on the computer. I also played the P.C. version of Strat-O-Matic baseball, based on the board game of the same name. If you buy the P.C. game with the card reader, you can press your mouse and watch the dice being rolled. You also get to see the batter and the pitchers cards. Right now I’m doing a replay of the 1961 Major League seasons of the Cincinnati Reds (who won the National League pennant that year) and of the New York Yankees (’61 was the year they won the World Series and Roger Maris hit a then-record 61 homeruns.
I’m also reading books about baseball. A week or so ago I finished reading BABE: THE LEGEND COME TO LIFE, Robert Creamer’s biography of the legendary homerun hitter. It’s an interesting book; I learned a few things I hadn’t known about the Babe. Then I read BASEBALL AS A ROAD TO GOD by John Sexton. The book compares baseball to various religious experiences. I’m not sure how much I believe baseball can be a road to God, but it is interesting. Now I’m reading PITCHING IN A PINCH, purportedly written by legendary pitcher Christy Mathewson (though he probably got help from a ghost writer). I like the details it goes into about the various strategies of pitching that were use at the time (the first two decades of the 20th Century).
And a week ago Saturday I actually watched a Major League Baseball game. The Reds were playing the St. Louis Cardinals. Sadly, for this Reds fan, the Cardinals won.
I wonder how long it’ll be before I’m over Baseball Fever.
This past Sunday I was listening to Casey Kasem’s AMERICAN TOP FORTY, THE ’70S. This time around it was the top forty hits from a week in April 1973. I heard this song. I remember when I first heard it on the radio so many years ago. I loved it then. I loved it now.