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Retirement is not without Hassles: Sanitizer #378

I thought the rental car debacle would be our biggest hassle of the holidays, but things managed to get worse. Snow and ice made driving difficult, and below-zero temperatures blasted Indianapolis. It made me wish I was back in Portland, whose weather apparently didn’t fare much better. My wife’s daughter stayed with our dogs and experienced a lengthy ice-related power outage. She usually agrees to stay at our house for two reasons: to watch premium tv channels and to do laundry. She was not able to do either.

Christmas Day was quick to pass following a delicious turkey dinner for seventeen and six excruciating hours of gift opening. This seems to get a bit more excessive every year, as Santa’s Semi pulls up to the door, since the reindeer can’t carry everything that goes under the tree. I got a new Columbia Cubs long-sleeved running shirt that will fit in nicely with my retirement wardrobe, a wine aerator, and a stack of Fandango cards. I’d say they know me pretty well, but unwrapping my take only took about 5 minutes.

I picked up my wife’s gift to me the next day from my sports collector friend. It was the mystery gift that had mounted in anticipation over the last six months. Mostly, it was disbelief that we had spent so much on something unknown, and then waited that long to finally learn what it was. The surprise turned out to be a 1955 Chicago White Sox game-worn, wool jersey with #10 on the back. (See Post#5). I then spent the rest of the afternoon with my cousins and dinner with a good friend. This fabulous day was then rudely interrupted by a call from my wife, whose mother was unexpectedly being admitted to the hospital with what they initially thought was pneumonia. It was reminiscent of Thanksgiving many years ago when her father suddenly passed out in the kitchen and needed an ambulance.

Over the past few days, my poor wife has spent the night in a bed-side chair, after her sister also got sick. While she’s proved to be a loving daughter, I’ve been trying to finish the “jigsaw puzzle from hell” that was started over a year ago. No one seems to work on it unless I’m not in town, so the pressure was on to get it done and off the family-room table. In the meantime, the diagnosis was changed to the very contagious influenza B, and we’ve since worn surgical masks in her presence. It makes me feel like I’m living out a Stephen King novel. On the lighter side, it also reminds me of the letter I wrote to the Baseball Hall of Fame titled, “Who was that Masked Man?” and the reason for my unique Christmas gift.

I’m trying to avoid any hypochondriac tendencies, as I sit across from my masked wife, reeking of hand sanitizer. The only one not wearing a mask in the room is my mother-in-law, who has a nasty cough that neither of us wants to catch. What’s wrong with this picture? Well, it’s her room and she’s having trouble breathing, so they don’t want anything restricting that process, while I’m thinking a gag! When she coughs and wheezes, it makes us both want to hack out a response. The patient also can’t hear and with everyone in masks she can’t even read lips. We write on an erasable board for her, talk in whispers to each other, and try to pass the time in silence. We were so bored at one point that we started to clip and file our nails. Plus, the TV is stuck on one channel, and my wife is exhausted following back-to-back-sleep-deprived nights. Could it possibly be less “Merry” or “Happy” at the end of the year? At least, the masks keep us from continuing to stuff sweets in our mouths.

Our dog has diarrhea back at home (See Post #371), but my wife’s daughter has gracefully agreed to continue watching them while we’re stuck back in Indiana. We had to cancel our return flights, and extend the rental car agreement. Also, we couldn’t make the drive up to see my sister and her kids. They’re sick too! I had the flu a few months ago, so I’m hoping to avoid a repeat, although I don’t have to worry about missing work. All of us have cancelled any New Year’s Eve plans.

We’ll probably end up returning the rental car to Hertz in Indianapolis, rather than Chicago, certainly adding to our growing “Christmas Vacation” expenses, but there’s little chance we’ll encounter “Counter Lady” and her fondness of Cadillacs (See Post #376). I can’t help but think of another holiday movie favorite “Planes, Trains, and Automobiles” and comedian Steve Martin’s f***ed interaction with the “Gobble, Gobble, Gobble” rental car counter lady, a comparable experience to ours, come to think of it.

The puzzle was finally finished last night, so it can be put back in the box, and I’ll have little to do but blog and patiently sit in the hospital room wearing a surgical mask. I won’t be able to attend Friday’s leadership meeting, so I’ve set one up here in Indy. I will also miss the Les Schwab Invitational High School Basketball Tournament and left the comp tickets for my buddies locked in the car at the Portland International Airport, adding further to the holiday follies. Finally, the repair of our broken washer has been rescheduled to just after the first of the year, so I’ll try to pack clean laundry for our return home- whenever that might be? Could you please pass the hand sanitizer?

Retirement is not without Hassles: Mementos #367

Years ago, my dad must have gotten a couple of gold watches for his retirement, the standard farewell gift of twentieth century corporate America. He gave one to me, since he didn’t need two, and what I’ve found in my first year of retirement is that you don’t even need one. Plus, in the last decade, smart phones have become the primary timepiece, and gone are the days when someone works for the same company for 30 or 40 years and is honored with a gold watch and a handshake. As a result, watches have become less functional and more decorative, worn as status symbols, with pricey brands like Rolex leading the way as trophies of accomplishment. For people like me with smaller budgets, I bought my son a TAG Heuer timepiece for his birthday commemorating the Indianapolis 500, a common bond with us. I also bought my wife a Movado for our wedding anniversary and she reciprocated with an Apple Watch for me. We both follow the modernized list of appropriate gift ideas, and the 15th is the watch anniversary.

The watch my dad passed along to me is a Bulova, commemorating the 150th anniversary of Indiana University, where both of us and my mom received degrees. It was the first nice watch that I ever owned, and I keep it safe in an I.U. treasure chest along with other family heirlooms. Like a music box, when you lift the lid it plays the I.U. fight song. You can also change the recording, with a flick of a switch inside, to the Don Fisher play-by-play of the final seconds of the 1987 NCAA National Championship where Keith Smart hits the winning shot. It was also a gift, along with the hundreds of other I.U. momentos that I’ve received or purchased through the years. These include beer covers, bottle openers, jerseys, t-shirts, sweat shirts, knit shirts, stadium replicas, photos, stickers, pens, pencils, stationary, book covers, dog collars, note books, gloves, buttons, badges, blazers, striped pajama bottoms, brackets, programs, flasks, yearbooks, plates, barbecue spatulas, tickets, name tags, jackets, balls, luggage tags, glassware, framed prints, cuff links, ties, tins, plaques, socks, cards, books, checks, credit cards, press passes, shorts, caps, posters, schedules, magazines, leather goods, headbands, hats, mugs, cups, coolers, etc. You name it – I’ve probably got it, but with the lack of recent success, Cubs merchandise has become the favored gift the past few years.

I did not get a gold watch or even a retirement party when I left the workforce a year ago. I did not expect a special send-off, since the last ten years of my career were at three or four different companies. I do however appreciate the generous pension that I receive from a previous employer and will take that over a gold watch anytime. I was writing this post today in anticipation of a phone call from Apple customer relations regarding replacement of the defective watch that my wife bought me on our anniversary. My gift to her is still ticking! The call from Apple came in late and the service agent apologized for her untimeliness. I joked that “I wasn’t paying attention to the time because I don’t have a watch.” I feel that it’s ironic that in my first year of retirement, instead of receiving a watch; I’ve actually had one taken away!  I hope that Apple will arrange some sort of compensation in exchange for the unacceptable short life of their product. As it turns out, a decision has yet to be made and they will call again on Sunday. I’ll keep you posted.

Old Sport Shorts: Basketball Jones #353

It’s been several weeks since I’ve written about sports, primarily because my teams have not been competitive.  The only exception has been the Indiana University soccer team that won on penalty kicks last night over Michigan State to advance to the College Cup (Final Four). I have been following them all year, as they remain undefeated in match play. The only blemish on their record was a penalty kick loss to Wisconsin in the final of the BIG tournament. Thankfully, that nightmare didn’t repeat itself, as they faced the other undefeated conference foe in a similar situation with a different result. I.U. has only given up 6 goals all season long, never more than one per match, and in fact had never been behind until the first minutes of last night’s battle. They managed to tie it up in the second half, and hold off the Spartans to get the victory. It would have been a tragedy to have never lost, and yet finish second in the conference, second in the conference tournament, and not have a chance to play for the national crown. They now have that chance in Philadelphia next weekend, in a quest for their ninth national championship in program history, tying  St. Louis for the most in NCAA history.

College soccer has filled that gap between another miserable Indiana football season and the start of college basketball, my preferred sport. “Jonesing” is a word used to describe having a fixation or addiction over something. It’s origin apparently comes from Jones Alley in Manhattan, associated with drug addicts. In my case, the round ball addiction really started when I was in college and Coach Knight was hired. “Basketball Jones featuring Tyrone Shoelaces,” was a song by Cheech and Chong back in those days of 1973, as I was getting ready to graduate and an incredible string of victories was about to start. That’s when I got hooked on the game, and began to “jones” for the tip-off of each new season.

Basketball Jones – I got a basketball Jones – I got a basketball Jones oh baby oh

As an I.U. Basketball fan, I have seen three national championships and numerous conference championships, so I’m very spoiled. In recent years, however, I’ve seen nothing but frustration, including losses to Ft. Wayne and Indiana State, teams that were not even factors during the glory years. Today, it’s a fourth straight loss to the Michigan Wolverines. NCAA violations, new coaches, players leaving for the NBA, and lack of in-state recruiting has compounded this frustration. I’m simply not getting the satisfaction from the basketball drug that I’m reluctantly injecting in my system. As a result, I’m losing interest in the sport, and relying on baseball and soccer to stimulate some adrenaline. The Chicago Cubs, Portland Timbers, and I.U. soccer have provided temporary contentment, but nothing will ever replace IU basketball in my heart.

The IU Football team just lost the Old Oaken Bucket to in-state rival Purdue, and along with it any chance to go to a bowl game this year. More frustration! The PK80 Basketball Tournament that I just attended, only served to remind me how much I miss a competitive basketball team. To be associated with solid programs like Kentucky, Michigan State, Duke, and North Carolina makes me envious, especially knowing that as a Hoosier I was once part of something special in the basketball world. It’s now down to soccer and next week’s match against either Fordham or North Carolina. If we can’t beat them in basketball or football, maybe we can do it in soccer, and that will have to do for now. There will be another season to jones over, and until then other fans will get to enjoy the joy of victory that I once knew in the Bob Knight years.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Black and White #341

I have always thought of myself as a diverse personality, open to differences in race, color, creed, politics, and, on the silly side, fans of opposing sports teams.  I was raised that way, even though my adopted parents were white Presbyterians with a black housekeeper, and we lived in a middle-class neighborhood.  I went to a grade schools and junior highs that maybe had one black student, with little other ethnic interaction.  I was taught to treat others like I would want to be treated myself, and have always followed that philosophy. Honestly, my toughest challenge has been with the fans of opposing teams.  They make me angry, jealous, and frustrated when they show their true colors.  My bias here is clear!

I had no close, black friends growing up, and any positive racial encounters, once I was on my own, were usually teammates or coworkers.  I had one black teacher, no black bosses, joined a fraternity that was all white, worked with only a few non-white clients, and hired one African American employee.  It doesn’t speak very highly of my efforts to integrate the world.  In fact, it’s embarrassing once I think about it, as I can count the number of close black friends that I’ve greatly enjoyed getting to know on one hand.  I wish there had been more opportunities to learn from each other.

I was listening to a sports radio show a few days ago and the subject was diversity.  The radio station here in Portland where I finished my working career had only 1 black and 1 Mexican salesperson out of 200 employees.  Unfortunately, this is reflective of Portland in general, with less than 3% of the total population composed of blacks and nearly 75% white dominance.  The show co-hosts were talking about a diversity networking event in Georgia called “Come Meet a Black Person.” One thought it was a “silly idea,” while the other began reflecting on his experiences, as I just did, and felt that there were so few opportunities for whites and people of color to interact that maybe it was worth the effort.  I understand that the response to the event has been phenomenal.

I’ve gone to so many networking events through the years, that I would probably not have attended, but I think that it’s important to create ways to make people of varying backgrounds and ethnicity to share experiences and frustrations. Policy alone can not change the world, but conversation can. I’ve learned a great deal in my first year of retirement about how religion, prejudice, and slavery have created great gaps in society.  Wars have been fought and many have died over these issues.  I believe in equality, but my track record does not reflect that I’ve been effective in making friends outside of my circle of white faces.

Many of my sports heroes have been black, including Walter Peyton of the Bears; Keith Smart, Isiah Thomas, and Antwaan Randle El of I.U.; Javy Baez, Ernie Banks, and Javier Baez of the Cubs; Minnie Minoso and Frank Thomas of the White Sox; and The Pacer’s Reggie Miller. Their pictures surround me in my office, but I never got to meet any of them. It seems so shallow that it’s sports that forms the black and white bond for me, but I guess that’s better than no connection at all.

I can remember my son saying to me many years ago that Michael Jackson was not black.  He proudly could not see the difference in color, so I knew I was on the right track on raising him to be more diverse than myself. Many of my favorite musicians are black, and the good thing about music is that you can’t distinguish black and white from just listening. Music tends to bridge the racial communication gap by demonstrating that emotions are universal, regardless of your background.  Artists like Buddy Guy, Diana Ross, Sammy Davis, B.B, King, Aretha Franklin, The Four Tops, Jimi Hendrix, just to name a few, have had a great impact on my life. African American actors like Will Smith, Sidney Poitier, Eddie Murphy, Queen Latifah, Jamie Foxx Morgan Freeman, James Earl Jones, and Danny Glover have brought great joy into my life through motion pictures. Each of these stars have helped create positive links between black and white.

I ask you to start by thinking of your connections with the black community, or if you happen to be black, your historic interactions with the white community.  I can actually remember that sadly in my home town, the railroad tracks did divide the city, and that there was a “wrong side of the tracks,” depending on your perspective.  The tracks are still there, but I can only hope that there has been some progress in crossing from one side to the other.  I left my home town long ago, but have found myself in cities like Austin, Texas and Portland, Oregon that have experienced an actual decline in African American populations that were shockingly low already.

Whenever I’m in New York City, I stop to enjoy a “Black and White” cookie.  I often think that recently this has been the only diversity in my life. I’ve left behind close black friends in Indiana, Illinois, and Texas, but have not made connections and friendships here in Portland.  The problem is that I don’t see them when I’m out and about, and it’s disturbing that we never cross paths.  I’ll continue to keep an eye out, but I doubt that in this community that anyone will go out of their way to organize a “Come Meet a Black Person” event. I just hope that if we do meet, they are not wearing the colors of the opposition.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Cheap Travel #339

I’m encouraged to report that we spent less than $350 a day, well below the $1500 average, to cover the expense of our recent travels back to Indiana. My wife’s flight and ground transportation was covered by her business, while hotel costs were mostly Marriott Rewards points. Dining costs were minimal entertaining her mother. We still had dog sitter costs, my flight, and two nights in Rochester, Indiana where there is no Marriott property. Most importantly, we didn’t buy costly souvenirs and gifts, although my wife did purchase some “needed” household items for her mom. On the humorous side, she unintentionally bought duplicates of several items. Mom does now have six tubes of toothpaste, several gallons of mouthwash, and about 100 rolls of toilet paper, that she wasn’t aware of previously. She’s 96 years young, but obviously is not reliable when it comes to making a shopping list, but will be smelling good for many years to come.

It was about as efficient as we can possibly get traveling, something we should easily match on our next trip home over the holidays. For us, it was cheap travel!  We’ll never own a camper, sleep in a campground, or even stay in a cheap hotel – with maybe the exception of my wife’s home town. We might do some more extensive train trips and some long weekend travel by car, so we can take the dogs along. However, a majority of our travel will involve long flights, cruises, fine dining, and resorts, so the $1500 a day price tag will once again raise its gilded head.

While my wife was slaving away making calls on advertisers, I spent the afternoon as a Senior Citizen at the Chicago History Museum, including a Vienna Chicago Dog lunch to set the mood. It was interesting to learn the meaning of the 4 stars on the Chicago flag – The Fire, Columbia Expo, World’s Fair, and Ft. Dearborn, with the thought of adding a fifth. Chicago Classics like Montgomery Ward’s, Sears, The Radio Flyer, Frank Lloyd Wright, The Stockyards, Marshall Field’s, Cracker Jack, and Crate & Barrel are featured among the numerous displays. I also enjoyed looking over the sports memorabilia and video from the Sox, Cubs, Bulls, Bears, Blackhawks, and Negro Leagues. I then took an Uber to the Michigan Avenue Marriott that was packed with Michigan State Spartan fans waiting for their team to play at the United Center. My wife finally joined me for an early dinner at Joe’s Stone Crab, where we shared our “how was your day?” experiences.

As we were getting up this morning in Chicago, my wife and I got our signals crossed on flight information. At the last minute, she discovered that she was on an earlier plane and rushed out the door to catch an airport shuttle. Since she was on a business trip, a company representative had booked her flight. With me now retired, I’ve made a point of traveling with her whenever possible, and try to mirror her flight itinerary. In looking back, apparently it was too costly for me to book a direct flight home on a different airline, as her company had arranged for her. We had forgotten all about it, until she double-checked this morning, and had to scramble.

She arrived at O’Hare about a half hour before her flight; too late to print her ticket. Eventually, she got some help from an agent, rebooking a flight that would get her home three hours later. By chance, she went by the gate of the “missed” flight, and found they could still let her board – delay averted. In the meantime, I grabbed our luggage and checked-out of the hotel, but missed the first shuttle. Fortunately, there were no additional delays. I will get home six hours later than she will, and will have to pay the parking and luggage fees, but we’ll be back together this evening, while the pups will get some earlier attention from her. They’ll be so relieved to get the entire “pack” back together again!

I have plenty of time to read Michael Connelly’s Two Kinds of Truth, and do some blog writing, as the flight takes me back to Portland via Phoenix. I do miss the Ken Follet family of characters that I spent several weeks getting to know in A Column of Fire. It was a lot of work keeping them all straight, but I now better understand the Catholic vs. Protestant religious rivalry and the related politics that led to bloodshed, torture, and murder. They all felt they were doing “God’s Will” in preserving their beliefs, while securing their place in Heaven. All I can say is that Hell must be a busy place!

Old Sport Shorts: Astros #324

The American League (AL) Houston Astros win the World Series, putting the finishing touches on the 2017 season.  The move to pick up Justin Verlander caught my attention at the end of August and made them a serious contender.  The only good thing for me is that once the Cubs were eliminated, all the talk focused on the Astros last trip to the World Series in 2005 where they were swept by my White Sox.  It was probably the only time in the last 12 years where the White Sox got some attention and respect.  I was living in Illinois during that World Series and was able to attend two of those games at Cellular One on press credentials.  Even I had forgotten that great moment in Chicago White Sox history, until the National League (NL) Astros clawed their way back into the Fall Classic, enabling them to become the first franchise in MLB history to have won a pennant in both the NL and the AL.

They were the second franchise in recent history to have weathered a storm.  In 2005, just before the White Sox won the World Series at the expense of the Astros, Hurricane Katrina wiped out New Orleans and became the ultimate driving force for the Saints to win the 2009 Super Bowl over the Colts.  The 2017 Houston Astros, wearing uniform patches that read “Houston Strong,” also rallied from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey to bring their city a title, after several frustrating one-hundred-loss seasons.

I lived in Austin, Texas for 5 years and was exposed to the Astros organization through their minor league affiliate, The Round Rock Express.  I would drive to Houston for games when the White Sox or Cubs were in town.  The team was established in 1962 as the Houston Colt .45s and entered the National League as an expansion team.  The name was changed to the Astros in 1965, reflecting Houston’s role as the control center of the U.S. Space Program, when they moved into the Astrodome.  

Before the Colt .45s, Houston’s professional baseball club was the minor league Houston Buffaloes, a Chicago Cubs affiliate, established in 1888.  They played at Colt Stadium that eventually became the temporary home of the Colt .45s, as the Astrodome, the world’s first domed sports stadium, was being built.  Fittingly, the inaugural season started with a three-game sweep of the Cubs.  Once the Astrodome was completed, they discovered that grass would not grow in the new park and as a result an artificial turf called “Astro-Turf” was created.  The new team won Division Titles in 1980, 1986, 1997, 1998, 1991, and 2001, and Wild Card berths in 2004, 2005, and 2015, but had never won a World Series in its 45 year history, until they beat the Dodgers in Game 7 yesterday.

The 2005 team had the “Killer B’s” – Biggio, Bagwell, Berkman, and Burke – to win the Wild Card on the last day of the season, despite being 15 games under .500.  They then went on to defeat the Braves and Cardinals to eventually face the White Sox.  By that time, they had abandoned the Astrodome and had been playing in their new retractable-roof park, Minute Maid, since 2000.  They would stay in the American League until 2013.

The Round Rock Express was an Astros Triple-A affiliate from 2005-2010, and then switched to the Texas Rangers in 2011.  Former Astro pitcher, Nolen Ryan “The Ryan Express,” bought the franchise in 2000 and built the Dell Diamond to initially house his Double-A Texas League’s Jackson Generals.  He eventually got the Astros affiliation after a switch with New Orleans.  Roy Oswalt, Hunter Pence, and Roger Clemens are notable Express alumni that played a role on that 2005 World Series runners-up team.  The Ryan family was very involved in the Austin community and founded “R Bank,” an account of mine when I worked for the Austin Business Journal.  I have an Nolen Ryan autographed baseball with his picture and #34 from a game I attended.  His legacy included a record seven no-hitters, 12 one-hitters, and 18 two-hitters, but never pitched a perfect game.  Nolen Ryan is currently an executive advisor to Astros’ owner, Jim Crane, and was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1999.  The Round Rock Express is listed by Forbes as the sixth most valuable Minor League Baseball team with a value in 2016 of $40 million.

Old Sport Shorts: World Series #321

Once again, baseball has snuck (or sneaked) into the month of November and the entire season boils down to one game.  Last year, I was in Chicago, hoping for a Cubs victory in Cleveland.  This year, the champion will be determined in Los Angeles, a stadium that I visited twice this year.  On the last occasion, the Cubs fell short in Game 1 and never recovered the chance to go back-to-back.

“Mr.  October,” a title once claimed by Reggie Jackson, has evolved into Derek Jeter’s role as “Mr. November,” as the baseball season pushed back later and later into the year.  November baseball started in 2001 with the Yankees and Diamondbacks.  The game actually started on Halloween night but extra innings took it past midnight.  Jeter hit the walk-off homer in the bottom of the 10th.  That series continued until November 4th.  The 2009 series also finished on November 4th with the Yankees once again winning it all, only this time against the Phillies in 6 games.  In 2010, both Game 5 and the Series went to the Giants on November 1.  Finally, the last two Cubs’ victories against the Indians last year were in November.  After tonight’s World Series finale and a new “Mr.  November” potentially crowned, eleven November games will have been played.

Judging from all the facial hair sported by current baseball players, “Movember” came early this year.  It’s typically a month-long campaign to create awareness for men’s health issues, but everyone in baseball that can grow a beard already has one.  Without a doubt, regardless of the outcome of tonight’s game, I vote for Justin Turner of the Dodgers to be “Mr. Movember.”

Retirement is not without Hassles: Old Fashioned #308

This afternoon’s “Leadership Meeting” went well. We’re not really sure how many participants it takes to form a “Leadership Convention,” but the most that have attended at one meeting has been six. I’m the self-proclaimed leader of organizing these weekly leadership meetings. Most of the attendees are former business leaders, but we do include a couple of current workplace leaders to remind us how good it is to be retired.  It also keeps us up to date on the state of the current work environment, so we don’t get completely out of touch with the business world. We often talk about comings and goings, which include those who unfortunately pass away, as we enter the obituary stage of life – where we check the daily obituaries to make sure that we’re not in there. I mentioned to the other attendees today that a former Indianapolis business leader, a former radio station General Manager, lost his battle with cancer earlier this week at the disturbing age of 66 – my age. It makes you feel very vulnerable, and you can only joke about it, while feeling fortunate to still be alive.

I still having trouble remembering to use only one space between sentences, having the old-fashioned way of including two spaces exposed in a recent article.  My wife also pointed out that I was wasting paper, shelf space, and binders to print copies of this blog.  My old fashioned way of thinking does not allow me to trust the cloud, preferring to have a printed record of each of my blog posts. I’m probably also a bit vain, thinking that my son might someday want a copy of my musings.  I would love to have a written diary or a record from my mom and dad, even though they did leave me an overabundance of family and personal photos. My sister has my dad’s war diary somewhere in her possession, but has yet to find it. Even though these hand-me-downs weren’t meaningful a few years ago, I’m glad I didn’t dispose of them. I feel that part of retirement is taking the time to organize family history, and to write about personal experiences, hoping they just might be interesting to others.

The Cubs have been eliminated, so that gives me less to write about.  It was a great season, filled with hope about back-to-back good fortune, The Dodgers put an end to that pipe dream, but gave themselves a chance to end their own 29-year drought of not winning a World Series. The Houston Astros are currently avoiding potential elimination by the Yankees as I write.  Watching baseball provides a great opportunity to multi-task, not having to totally focus on the screen.  You can even many times take a nap and not miss a thing.

My wife came home and took a nap after a long week of work.  It reminded me that the weekend is here. It’s still hard to believe that I no longer have to look forward to them, with the exception of spending more time with her. I didn’t even know it was Friday today until I had to dodge some neighborhood trash containers during my run this morning.  Hopefully, the rain will hold off and the dogs will get a little more exercise this weekend.  They are not as content as I am to hang around the house all day, and look forward to their weekend jaunts through the nearby park. Happy weekend everyone who’s not retired!

 

Old Sport Shorts: Cubs Win #307

The Cubs won their first game against the Dodgers last night, hopefully it won’t be the last in their quest for back-to-back Championships. Javier Baez was the hero, clubbing two home runs, to go along with Jake Arrieta’s stellar pitching performance.  They get to play another, but still badly in a hole. I thought it was interesting that the announcers talked about the fact that Arrieta had just tied “Three-Fingers” Brown for the most Cubs post season victories. (See Post #2).  I think it was an unfair comparison.  Mordecai “Three Fingers” Brown pitched for the 1906-1908 Cubs, losing their first World Series to the White Sox and then rebounding with back-to-back titles against the Tigers.  That was the last time that the Cubbies found the magic to win consecutive titles, with last year finally ending an 108-year drought of just winning one.   Back then, there was only the regular season and the World Series, not the Wildcard, League Championship series, and World Series that count towards post-season stats.

It’s not easy to go back-to-back.  The Yankees hold most of the records here winning 5 straight 1949-1953, 4 straight from 1936-1939, 3 straight from 1998-2000, and two straight 1927-28 & 1961-62.  The last National League team to do it was the Cincinnati Reds 1975-76, and the only other team to win 3 straight was the Oakland Athletics 1972-74. Besides the Cubs, the only other two time winners were the Philadelphia Athletics 1910-11 & 1929-30, the Boston Red Sox 1915-16, New York Giants 1921-22, and the Toronto Blue Jays 1992-93.  Only 8 baseball clubs in history have done it!  The odds are against the Cubs, as they face elimination tonight.  The Cubs, by the way, have now won five consecutive elimination games!

It was not a convincing victory against the Dodgers last night, but it was a start.  Arrietta gave them seven strong innings, holding LA to just one homer.  Puig was not a long ball threat for once against Cub pitching, but Turner has continued to be a problem.   Cubs relief pitching is giving up twice as many runs as starters, and that’s why the champagne is on ice in the Dodgers’ locker room.  Not to mention, 26 Dodger walks in the first four games.  It’s the Cubs job to keep the corks from popping.  At any rate, it was good to avoid the sweep and to Fly The “W” one last time.  Can we keep it flying?

Retirement is not without Hassles: Rain Woes #306

Portland is crying again after a long, beautiful summer. Fall here is when the rain starts “Falling” and it won’t stop until Spring. We typically get to skip the snow and ice from my years living in the Midwest, but that was not the case this past year. We’ve covered the patio furniture, put out the pumpkins, and can only hope for warmer rainfall this year. I was soaked to the bone on my run this morning, and never saw the light of day.  It can be quite depressing here without the sun, only to rely on my Happy Lamp and double doses of Vitamin D3.

My wife made arrangements to attend “The Mighty Endeavor – Veteran’s Legacy” at Stoller Winery in a couple of days, plus a Timber’s game on Sunday afternoon. In a week from now we’ll leave for New York City, so being a homebody again this week has been a pleasant break from flight schedules and hotels. My wife thinks that I sit here and watch TV all day, but I’ve rather enjoyed the Longmire Series on Netflix. I’m finally getting my moneys worth out of cable. Besides, Sheriff Longmire has enough energy for all of us, but they want him to retire. The new season starts on November 17 and by then we will have returned from both New York and Indiana.  I also have a credit for American Airlines that I have to use by the end of the year, and have to find a mid-week flight somewhere.

I’ve been asked by a former client to help him market his father’s book, “Willing to Die,” about their family’s flight from Bulgaria to freedom here in the United States. His business provides service dogs to veterans, so I would like to offer some suggestions, maybe trying to tie-in with this event we’re attending this weekend. It’s a good book with a heroic message, but I haven’t found any success for myself in the publishing business, let alone assisting others.

Tonight is Date Night, having shifted days to accommodate yoga classes. With my days of the week only relevant to my wife’s work schedule, it only serves to further confuse me on what day it is.  She did agree to go someplace with a television in the background tonight, so that I can monitor the Chicago Cubs, on their seemingly impossible quest for back-to-back World Series titles. We attended the first game of the Dodgers series last weekend, but this year’s version of the team is frustrating to watch. The dogs will be glad that I’m watching it somewhere else than home, after last night’s outbursts. (Post #305).  They had a tough day “dodging” the rain drops on their short outings – so they’re not for the Dodgers either!

 

 

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