GAME ONE ANYHOW

So they played a World Series game. One team showed up. The other, the Rocktobers, swung the bat like rusty gates, like old washerwomen. They pitched pretty stupidly, too. And we had to listen to Joe Buck and Tim McCarver.

Other than that, it was a pretty good ballgame. If you like to see the American Leaguers walk into second base with a double. C'mon, it is American League baseball afterall, but a little hustle wouldn't hurt. I saw the big Papi run hard to third once last night. It wasn't a pretty sight.

What I didn't see, and maybe it was my fault, was the keg of beer at Fenway in between second and third for those guys to refresh themselves while trying to score from first on a triple. But it could have been the network's fault, too. They could have blotted it out. Kinda a reverse of adding advertisements on the wall just to the left of home plate.

Oh, well. I guess, I'll tune in tonight again. It probably won't take long. That's ok, I have a small group Bible study at 6:30, but I figure by that time the Roctober pitcher, some cat named Ubaldo (that's his first name, I think) will have thrown J.D. Drew a fastball. Nobody throws Drew a fastball, because it's the only pitch he can hit. And he can hit the heat. But the Rocktobers were too busy lounging in their 8 day layoff to notice. Since he's been doing that for about 7 years, maybe they just don't care. It was good enough for them just to make it to the Series. Joaquin Andujar had it right back in the '80's when he summed up the World Series, baseball, and life in general with one word: "youneverknow".