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Retirement is not without Hassles: Game Day #305

I am watching television, wishing for a Cubs rally.  I yelled out loud in the first inning and the poor dogs scattered, thinking I was “barking” at them.  Temper…temper!  Tinker already had a tough day, fighting an infection that led to another $750 vet bill.  I’m not sure she understands that I’m retired and on a fixed income.

I’m nearly finished watching five seasons of Longmire on Netflix.  I haven’t been as hooked on a TV series since Walter White and  Breaking Bad.  It was about a 50 hour commitment, but what the heck- I’m retired.  I didn’t think I would like a western, but he’s a cool sheriff, also named Walt, with a little bit of Clint Eastwood and a touch of Harrison Ford.  I’ll be anxious for Season 6 and move on to Justified, another made-for-television recommendation from a friend.

I have a paperback copy of Stephen King’s It sitting on my desk.  It’s about 2 1/2” thick with small print. For indoor reading, I’ve selected Dan Brown’ Origin on my I-pad.  Clowns, religion, and macho sheriffs make an odd combination of topics.

I just read an article that claims that I no longer need to use two spaces when typing a new sentence.  Apparently, it identifies me as an “old school author,” dating back to typewriter spacing. I will hopefully stop that habit, beginning with this sentence.

Date Nights have now shifted to Thursdays on my wife’s calendar, further confusing my ability to know what day it is. I was cooking on Thursday nights, that had recently been moved from Tuesday. This is all to accommodate my wife’s shifting Yoga classes and hair appointments. It keeps me on my toes.

What was once Date Night is Game Night tonight, and my Cubs are in a must-win situation. If they don’t, at least college basketball tips-off this weekend.  It’s also looking favorable for a New York City World Series, while I happen to be there.  Unfortunately, the odds are against the Cubs joining me. I’ve promised the dogs I’ll try not to yell again if they are eliminated tonight. Single space- get in the habit “old man.”

Old Sport Shorts: dOdgers #304

I was in the stands Saturday night, at Dodgers Stadium, and watched my Cubs lose their fourth consecutive road game in LA.  The Cubs had taken a 2-0 lead for Quintana, but the late innings were once again their downfall.  It was a reoccurring nightmare on Sunday night, but the big bomb didn’t come until the last out was on the line.  I was on an airplane headed back to Portland and had just completed my $10 internet transaction to be able to watch the end.  There were frustrating wifi complications, and I finally got a connection just as Justin Turner hit the walk-off against John Lackey, with memories of Kirk Gibson.  He will probably never pitch again in a Cubs’ uniform, and the Cubs fell behind in the series 2-0.  They are down but not out.

I just watched the Yankees come back from a four-run deficit to tie their series with the Astros. “Here Comes The Judge.”  The Yankees came through and so can the Cubs.  Kyle Schwarber will get a chance to bat second, and try to avoid losing his uniform.  Baez will find himself on the bench and Hendrick’s will be on the mound.  Hopefully, the “friendly confines” will be just that!  The road to LA has not been kind, with the Cubs 0-5 at Caesar Chavez…..dOdgers.  I will not get the chance to see another game at Wrigley Field this year.  My only hope to see a Cub victory in person is very slim:   The Cubs have to beat the Dodgers, the Yankees have to get by the Astros, the World Series games in NY will need to be with  in my travel window, and the ticket prices at Yankee Stadium will need to be reasonable.  But first, Hendricks needs to stop Puig, who just missed another homer. He strikes him out!

I remember the off-season high from a World Series Championship, and the resulting hangover to start its defense.  I then recall the “Leisure Suit” trip to LA, when the Cubs were clowning around early in the season. (Post #101).  They were swept by both the Dodgers and Padres.  I remember them being down 5 games at the All-Star break to the Brewers.  (Schwarber just homers).  I remember that only one Cub played in the All-Star game, and Joe Maddon got the “L.”   Finally, I remember when the “W” was last flying, and I want to see it again tonight!

Retirement is not without Hassles: All I Want To Do #302

I may still be hungover from Friday night’s dinner at Ivy on the Shore here in Santa Monica.  I’m not getting any younger, so starting with Happy Hour at five with two martinis, then drinking two more at the restaurant after accepting a glass of “welcome-in” champagne, adding a couple of glasses from my wife’s bottle of wine, and capping off the evening with a generous pour of Limoncello for dessert, turned me into a  stumbling, bumbling drunk.

I woke up Saturday morning with a headache, and the Sheryl Crow hit, “All I Want to Do,” playing on my wife’s phone.  Coincidentally, it was the background music as part of a friend’s Smilebox tribute to their recently departed dog.  It was late morning, long after when “the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.”  After I finally got my nauseous self out of bed, a run on the beach was predictably painful.  As a result, I remained abstinent from alcohol until after the Cubs’ loss.  We did finish off the to-go bottle as a nightcap late last night after getting back from Dodger Stadium, but it’s been strictly diet colas  ever since.   One big negative about Marriott Hotels is that they only serve Pepsi products.

Saturday evening my wife and I were “bleacher bums,” as Yasiel Puig and the Dodgers easily outscored the Cubs.  The unexpected “all-you-can-eat” Right Field Pavilion deal took away some of the discomfort of the hard, wooden seats, but did little to settle the obnoxious fans in our section.  I’ve been making a big deal out of Birthday 66, having posed for a picture in front of the “Trail Ends Here” Route 66 sign on Santa Monica Pier. A similar picture of me was taken at Pier 66 in Seattle, peering through the symbolic numbers.  Puig’s uniform #66 took away any buzz that was left from Friday night.  He hit a double for his first RBI, and followed with a solo Home Run against the Cubs vulnerable pitching staff.  He was indeed Muscle Beach strong in leading the Dodgers to victory in Game 1!

During my 66 Birthday celebration in Seattle, I had my picture taken in front of Pier 66.  We also went to see Tom Petty, who died a month later at age 66. Today I’m flying out of Alaska gate #66, so the number continues to be a reoccurring “sign of the times.”  I should probably get my next tank of gas at Phillips 66 (See Post #234), and go to Vegas and bet on  rolling Double Sixes – Boxcars.  Maybe the Cubs can score 6 in the 6th tonight?

The bottom line of this past weekend in Santa Monica – “All I want(ed) to do is have some fun.”

My Hangover’s Hungover.

Too many drinks,
With little to eat.
This morning I’m lucky,
To stand on two feet.
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Yesterdays breakfast,
Is on the front lawn.
I seem to ache more,
As the day goes on.
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Hung at my hang out,
And drank until drunk.
Last night is a blur,
And I’m still in a funk.
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My Hangover’s hungover,
Longer than should be.
I have a headache,
Of the worst degree.
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It’s no wonder my friends,
Have left me alone.
All night paying homage,
To the porcelain throne.
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My Hangover’s hungover,
Much longer than fair.
I’m feeling so bad,
And need nursing care.
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What’s the recipe,
To cure this malady?
Hair of the Dog,
Is just not for me.
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Run down and ragged,
My head could crack.
Shouldn’t have chugged,
That first six pack.
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Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz,
I need a quick cure.
How much pain,
Can one man endure?

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Wrung out, strung out,
And in no condition.
I hurt everywhere,
And have no ambition.

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I can’t remember,
What happened last night.
My eyes just can’t take it,
Turn off that damn light.

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I had foolish thoughts,
After drinking alot.
That’s when I ordered,
A second, last shot.

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My hangover’s hungover,
I drank until drunk.
I must have imbibed in,
More drink than I thunk.

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Copyright 2010 johnstonwrites.com

 

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Schwarbs #301

After the double-error in left field on Monday, I didn’t think that the “Mighty Schwarber” (Post #119) would ever get a chance to redeem himself.  Schwarbs, as I fondly call him, hit a very respectable 30 Home Runs this season for the Cubs.  However, he joined several of his teammates in the doghouse, during the “Battle of the Blunders.” (Post #297).   I have been reading about the Revolutionary War, so this label seemed appropriate for the Nationals-Cubs series, as both teams and their Generals made a lot of mistakes.

Last night’s game was no exception. After a near perfect performance from Strasburg in Game 4, the other Nats’ “S,” as in Superman and Starter, found himself in a relief role in Game 5.  Max Scherzer allowed an uncharacteristic four runs to get the loss, and set the stage for a clutch base hit by Kyle Schwarber in the 7th off “S” as in Solis.

Schwarber’s drive was mighty, making a big dent in the right field wall, but ricocheted quickly back to Bryce Harper, who skillfully held him to just a long single.  However, that hit would also turn into the winning run.  Schwarbs scored on Bryant’s fielder’s choice when the Nats elected to go for the double-play.  Bryant narrowly beat it out and the Cubs held on dearly for the victory 2 gut-grinding innings later.

Kyle Schwarber may very well be traded at the end of this season to serve as an American League designated hitter.  However, the season isn’t over yet, and he still has a chance to equal or exceed last year’s heroic post season performance.  After all, as a fellow I. U. grad, in my eyes he’s still the “Mighty Schwarber.”  Don’t give up on him yet!  Go Cubs!

Retirement is not without Hassles: Beverly Hills #299

I’m in Beverly Hills today, at a Marriott located in the heart of a Jewish neighborhood.  Yesterday, I was hoping to see the Anne Frank exhibit at the nearby Museum of Tolerance but it like everything else in the area is closed for the Holidays.  I wanted to get some background on her life before visiting the Museum in Amsterdam next spring.  Instead, I bought a chicken burrito from a food truck, and read until the start of the Cubs series finale against the Nationals.  Once again, for a critical Cubs game I was in a Marriott bar, thinking of the similar circumstances from last year’s World Series clincher.  My nerves needed an extra martini, as my wife returned from her business meetings to watch the tense conclusion to what I’ve termed, “The Battle of the Blunders.”  (See Post #297: Old Sport Shorts).   As the game dragged on, we left the bar and went to our room so my wife could get some sleep after a long work day.  Just exactly  like last year’s World Series Game 7, I turned down the sound and watched from the edge of the bed, while she calmly fell asleep.   This time, however, the local cable provider somehow lost the TBS signal in the bottom of the 8th inning, and it never returned.  I ended up watching the final outs through a real-time game simulation on my phone.

I couldn’t sleep after the game, so I went to Seat Geek and bought a couple of pricey tickets for Saturday night’s game 1 at Dodger Stadium.  I was there for the first time earlier this season.  (See Post #41).  My wife and I also have a trip planned to N.Y. during the World Series – could it be possible that the Yankees and Cubs could meet while we’re there?  I figure that the shear coincidence that the Cubs are here in L.A. at the same time that we are is perhaps Providence.  My wife probably sees it as unfortunate, as she’s stuck going to another game.

On my run this morning, I passed by a number of Synagogues and observed many families dressed for the Simchat Torah services.  It is also Friday the 13th, so I called a friend celebrating a “Lucky” Birthday today.  I happened to turn to a local radio that was celebrating their final days on the air.  As it turns out, 100.3 “The Sound” is a very popular Classic Rock station here in L.A. was recently sold to a Christian Rock group, and will become K-LOVE at the end of this month.  Happy Halloween.

I haven’t seen any hillbillies here in Beverly Hills, but I’m pretty sure that I spotted “Granny” at the Walgreen’s last night.  My wife’s knee was giving her some trouble, so to blow off some steam during the “Battle of the Blunders” last night, I walked there to get her a knee brace.  I noticed it on my way to the Museum of Tolerance yesterday afternoon, right next to an herb store and psychic.  Rodeo Drive this is not!  Santa Monica is my next stop, and monumental Post #300 will come from there.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Mom and Dad #298

Three years ago my Dad passed away.  His incredible mind left him years before, and I was lucky on those days when he recognized me.  He departed 25 days after my mom died, exhausted from many frustrating years of trying to deal with his Alzheimer’s.  It’s poetic that they went together at the age of 92, since they were born just hours apart and married for nearly 70 years.  My sister Judy and I read these poems at their respective services:

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Eulogy to Dad

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Together with Mom,

As it should be.

Someday we’ll reunite,

As a family.

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Born one day apart,

She needs you there.

We’ll let you go,

It’s only fair.

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We’ll miss you here,

But now we’re free.

Unsupervised,

It’s clear to me.

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They tore down Miles,

Messed with your brain.

But we’ll never forget,

Your memories remain.

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You’ll get your keys back,

Have a drink or two.

And one more thing,

No bills are due.

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No lawn to mow,

As we used to kid.

I mowed all the time,

Judy thinks she did.

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That log we shared,

I don’t ever want back.

Once delivered to me,

In a fed-ex pack.

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A giving man,

Without a doubt.

Gave us a home,

When we were without.

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Gave us everything,

We could ever need.

And taught Judy and I,

How to succeed.

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Hopefully you’re somewhere,

Where the Cubs will win.

World Series Champs,

Again and again.

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A place where IU,

Wins a football game.

Where “hamburger” refs,

Aren’t to blame.

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I’m sorry that,

We couldn’t agree.

But the White Sox,

Were the team for me.

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And in Indian Guides,

I just couldn’t be.

Your “Little Turtle,”

“Straight Arrow “for me.

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So Big Turtle,

I’ll say good-bye.

We didn’t always see,

Eye-to-eye.

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You saved,

So I could spend.

Despite our differences,

You’re my best friend.

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All my life,

So proud of you.

My hero,

Oh, so true.

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Send Mom my love,

All Grandparents too.

I’ll be here,

There’s mowing to do.

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Love,

Mike and Judy

10/12/2014

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Eulogy to Mom

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She rests in peace,

She knows no pain.

She’d ask for sunshine,

Not for rain..

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She lived to laugh,

And loved us all.

She’d never want,

A tear to fall.

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A beauty queen,

Tiny yet strong.

She’d let us know,

When we were wrong.

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She wouldn’t cook,

She’d microwave.

She’d make in bulk,

Then freeze and save.

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Heat and serve,

Her specialty.

You would laugh,

If you could see.

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Her freezer filled,

In orderly rows.

What’s inside,

Each label shows.

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Tidy stacks,

Of frozen bits.

Thaw it in,

The bowl it fits.

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I Love Lucy,

Her favorite show.

Like the Eveready bunny,

Always on the go.

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Simple tastes,

No Rolls Royce.

Milky Way’s and Snickers,

Her meal of choice.

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And in the end,

Dad at her side.

Always there,

Beside his bride.

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Thanks to Judy,

She got good care.

She’s probably thankful,

I wasn’t there.

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One heavenly task,

She’ll have to face.

Being disciplined again,

By Ross and Grace.

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Love Always,

Mike and Judy

Old Sport Shorts: Battle of the Blunders #297

Rain delays have played major roles for the Cubs in these last two years of  baseball playoffs.  Last year, a delay in the 9th inning sent the Cubs to the locker room where Jason Hayward made an impactful speech to rally the team. It allowed the Cubbies to compose themselves while destroying Cleveland’s momentum on the way to the 2016 World Series title.  This year there was a bit of revenge by Mother Nature, as the weather worked against the Cubs and rain delayed game 4 at Wrigley.  With an extra day of rest, Nats’ ace Stephen Strasburg was able to make the start despite feeling “under the weather.”  He pitched a brilliant game to at least delay elimination and give new hope for a series victory.  Then, gale-force winds that kept the ball in the park all night, seemed to suddenly pause as Michael A. Taylor hit a grand slam clincher into the right field basket.  His heroics were a painful follow up to the damage that Bryce Harper and Ryan Zimmerman inflicted in Game 2.

Kyle Schwarber, who hit 30 home runs for the Cubs this season, was nearly the goat in Game 3.  His double error in left field allowed the Nationals to score their only run.  It might have been enough to win, but Anthony Rizzo wanted some “respect.”  He expected to be walked with a runner on second in the 8th.  Instead he hit a seeing-eye bloop single into left to put the Cubs ahead.  No one in the stadium was more relieved than Kyle Schwarber.  However, he may never get another chance to redeem himself, and will probably be traded to the American League to be used as a designated hitter.

The victory spelled redemption for Nats’ manager, Dusty Baker, who was the subject of criticism all week for pulling Max Scherzer in Game 3, and then allowing Anthony Rizzo to hit with an open base available.  It’s the same Dusty Baker who helplessly watched Cubs fan, Steve Bartman, supposedly interfere with a “catch-able” pop up in foul territory back in 2003.  His Cubs fell apart back then, but his Nationals now have a home-field advantage in tonight’s deciding game.  Even fourteen years later, the late innings have not been good to the Cubs.

Yesterday was like a Shakespearean tragedy.  A rare error by Addison Russell at shortstop, a couple of wild pitches by Carl Edwards, Jr. and a shocking home run pitch from steady Wade Davis helped the Nats cause.  Did Joe Madden pull Jon Lester too soon?  Will this turn out to be another Cubs collapse in the post season, or another disappointing season-ender for the Nationals?  The “Battle of the Blunders” continues tonight…..

Retirement is not without Hassles: Divine Intervention #296

Tomorrow I’ll be getting on a plane, so it will be difficult to keep up with my writing.  We’ll spend the first night in Beverly Hills and the next two on Santa Monica Beach.  Hopefully, rain won’t interfere with our activities as it has here in Portland.  We’d like to order some sunshine for the weekend.  Maybe the Cubs will get to join me in L.A., if they can just pull off one more victory against the Nats.  If so, we might go to a game.  While my wife is making some business calls, I will have some time on my own to see the sights and maybe have an In-N-Out burger.   I’ll sit down and put together a plan today.

I’m cooking another “Beer Can” chicken tonight for dinner, so I just pulled out my recipe binder.  The can is gimmicky, but it really works.  The moisture from the liquid works from the inside to make the meat juicy.  I will use a Diet Coke instead of a beer can for the 90 minutes it stands on the grill.  Rain…rain…go away.  I hope that it turns out as good as the first time!  (See Post #234)  I must redeem myself from the under-cooked Cornish Hens of last week, as I continue to try to find my way around the kitchen.  My personal binder is now filled with 16 different recipes that I’ve prepared as part of my retirement plan.

Talk about hassles, I just reset my Apple password for the 10th time this week.  I’ve spent too much time with Apple support, since my phone was working fine but the I-Pad was not.  I think they’re finally in-sync after this morning’s phone call.  I seem to be all thumbs when it comes to technology, but as a friend of mine likes to say, “the older you get the more technology you need.”  It’s frustrating, but I will persevere.  I don’t want to end up like the past generation of retirees, who refused to learn computers, and keep telling myself that technology is my friend.

With all the tragedies that have affected our great nation over the past three months, I have to wonder if there’s a God?   I want to believe that there is one, because that was how I was raised.  We’ve had hurricanes in Houston, Florida, and now Puerto Rico.  We’ve had news of a mass shooting in Las Vegas, and deadly fires in California.  I have to ask myself why I can sit here in the comfort of retirement, while others have to suffer.  I can’t see how any God could spare one man over another.  Maybe God decided to retire some time ago, and we’ve been left on our own.  There are many men who have lived much more prosperous and successful lives than mine.  They always seem to make the right decision and be in the right place at the right time.  War Generals that were battle targets but always dodged the bullet;  Business people that took great risks but more times than not had the “Midas Touch;”  Athletes who always seem to find a way to win.  In each of these cases, someone else has to lose.  How is that determined?  Who gets victory and who gets defeat?  Is this a result of divine intervention or divine favoritism?  These are questions that we all ask ourselves from time to time.  Are we in control of our own destiny, or are we puppets on a string?

I don’t know how to comprehend why some people lose their homes, their loved ones, or their lives.  I’ve already out-lived one-third of our Presidents, as well as 15 First Ladies.  Many of those that I graduated with sadly never lived long enough to enjoy retirement.  I’ve never really been hungry, gravely sick, badly injured, or homeless.   I’ve never had to declare bankruptcy or be needy for money.  How is this all fair, in perspective to those who have endured these challenges?  Does this make me smarter or tougher?  I am certainly thankful, but how does this help others?  Is there really someone or something that hears our prayers, or has that line been disconnected?  Does God have a blog, and if so, what’s the url?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Be Happ-y #283

I keep thinking there’s nothing left to write about this season.  The Cubs have clinched the Central Division for the second straight year, while only Milwaukee still has a mathematical chance of overtaking the Rockies for the last Wild Card slot.   While resting most of the starters, the defending World Champion Chicago Cubs continue their winning ways, with their 14th victory in the last 17 games.  It was Ian Happ once again making the difference with a two-out, three-run homer in the bottom of the 8th and Jason Grimm with the save for another dramatic one-run victory 5-4.  Happ-Happ-Hurray!  Don’t Worry be Happ-y!

The Yankees are 2.5 games behind Boston, but assured of at least a Wild Card Playoff appearance.  The Red Sox need to simply win one of their final three games against the A.L. West Champion Astros, who can claim their 100th victory with one more win.  Aaron Judge is in the Yankee spotlight, having just broken Mark McGuire’s 30-year old rookie home run record with 51.  It was also his 32nd long ball at Yankee Stadium this year, tying Babe Ruth for the most by a Yankee player in one season.  Topps Now has issued commemorative trading cards for both of these milestones.  All Rise!  The Ruth record has stood since 1921.  I also bought the limited-edition card when Judge won this year’s Home Run Derby in Miami.  Giancarlo Stanton had won it the year before, and has three more games left this season to top the Roger Maris home run mark of 61 in 1961, and perhaps surpassing Sammy Sosa (66), Mark McGuire (70). and Barry Bonds (74) records before it’s all over.  Stanton currently sits at 59.  Hopefully, it’s just something like cabbage or spinach that is fueling his success!

I also bought Topps Now collector cards for three Cubs’ highlights in their drive for the Division title.  The first was Jose Quintana’s 10 strike-out complete game 3-hitter to wrap-up the Brewers series in Milwaukee that gave his club a one-game edge for the year.  The second card captures Addison Russell diving into the stands for a foul ball during the first victory in St. Louis.  He did not come up with the catch and instead was covered with nacho cheese, but graciously replaced the fan’s order that was spilled on the field.  The third card is captioned, “Clinch N.L. Central Division Spot for 2nd Straight Year.”  I enjoy collecting these limited supply baseball cards that are only available for a 24-hour period following the highlight moment.  I think they will have greater value in the future, as baseball card values continue to be a function of supply and demand.  Earlier this season I purchased a Rizzo and Schwarber “Stay Classy” card that shows off their funky road trip outfits. (See Post #101).  The road trip was a disaster, so that card lost value quickly!

As Addison Russell knocked over the Cardinal fan’s plate of nachos the other night, it reminded me of an incident at Wrigley Field many years ago.  I was part of a season ticket syndicate that shared nine premium seats between the Cubs Dugout and home plate.  They were supposedly installed in the original wide walk-ways  just after Ryne Sandberg signed his final contract with the team many years before, hoping to off-set some of that investment.  These special  seats had enough room for spectators to pass both in-front and behind until the game actually started.  At that point, two retired ladies “guarded” that walk-way to prevent passers-by from obstructing our view.  The genius of the management decision to use little-old-ladies was that no one would have paid attention to an usher, but stopped quickly in their tracks when these grandmotherly women would kindly re-route them.  Half the fun of sitting there was watching them work.  The guarded pathway was also the most direct route for celebrities to get on the field, so it was not uncommon to see former players, movie stars, and other “ceremonial first pitch” types walk in front of us.  Ryne Sandberg, for example, regularly sat a couple of rows in front of us with his wife.  I took a close friend to the game one Saturday afternoon, who was a bit ambitious with the beer vendors, and had a full cup of Old Style sitting at his feet.  I wasn’t paying much attention, but a man was trying to pass in front of us just as the game started, and I was patiently waiting for the ladies to stop him.  Instead, he kicked-over my friend’s beer!   As it turned out it was Ryne Sandberg himself, rushing off the field to get to his seat.  Everyone sitting behind us saw him kick this beer, at the same time my friend, oblivious as to who he was, raised a fuss.  Once Sandberg got back to his wife, he somehow realized what he had done.  Perhaps, it was the cold, hard stares of the crowd.  My heavily sedated buddy stumbled to the restroom after the first inning, and once he was gone I noticed a tap on my shoulder.  It was Ryne Sandberg with a replacement beer, just as Addison Russell did the other night with the nachos.  I made him sign the cup, that turned out to be nothing but a blur, and it was long before modern phone cameras, so when my friend returned I had no real proof of the visit.  all the neighboring fans raved of Sandberg’s generosity, but I still don’t think he believes me to this day.  “Nacho Man,” however, was able to take a photo, millions around the world witnessed it, and Topps produced a card.

Old Sport Shorts: Pass the Salt #281

Please pass the salt!  The Cubs not only won the final series of the season, but also officially eliminated the Cardinals from Post Season play at the same time.  They did it in dramatic fashion with Leonys Martin leaped at the fence to rob Paul DeJong of a tying homer with two-outs in the bottom of the 11th inning.  The Division Champion Cubs, who celebrated on the Busch Stadium pitcher’s mound last night, rubbed salt in the wound tonight, with most of their lineup resting.  The season series weighed heavily in Chicago’s favor at 14-5, with Taylor Davis getting his first major league run-batted-in, a game winning double down the third base line.  The Cubs hadn’t scored since a first inning Ian Happ solo home run.  It was once again former Cub, Dexter Fowler, who tied it up in the 6th with a ground-out that scored Tommy Pham.  Jen-Ho Tseng got his first win thanks to the game saving catch, and will apparently head to the bullpen for the Reds series finale at Wrigley Field.  Tseng was called up from Iowa to hopefully fill a starting role, but was unimpressive in his September 14th debut against the Mets.  Mike Montgomery will get the start instead.

I once again have to give credit to Ian Happ who continues to have an outstanding season.  He got off to a rough start, as the team struggled early in the year. (See Posts #101 and #123).  I also salute Kyle Schwarber, who battled back from a demotion to find his home run swing.  Happ and Schwarber were the only two position players in today’s lineup that had played in at least 100 games.  Kyle Hendricks struck out five and allowed four hits in five innings.  Joe Maddon will have some tough decisions in determining a pitching rotation to compete with the Nationals, as the team begins post season play on October 6th.  Lackey has lacked and Lester has been less, while Quintana showed some magic in Milwaukee.  Hendricks has probably been the most consistent down the stretch, but far from the dominance he showed last year.  Plus, the Nationals will have the home field edge.

There was a point this season, especially as they dropped that make-up game against the Brewers just before the All Star break to fall five games behind, that I thought that the party was over.  Instead, it’s just beginning after an impressive 7-3 road trip.  Go Cubs.

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