angry white men
the bloom family did something remarkable this evening, something i can’t remember ever doing before. we gathered around the tv, with dinner as a backdrop, to watch game 4 of the sox/yankees playoff. no, we don’t care about baseball. and i could count the interesting things i have to say about baseball on the fingers of one hand, and have one finger left over to express how i feel about yankees.
after saturday’s brawl, which my mother, grandmother and i heard about in the hotel room in rochester, and then after yesterday’s game was rained out, i figured tensions must be at their peaks. hence, drama: and i like drama. so we turned on the game at the top of the 3rd and were riveted thereafter.
my parents make delightful color commentators. to wit:
my mother: oh! that was a bad swing!
my father: that was so low, he needed a shovel for that!
i wasn’t too much better. mostly my reactions were limited to gutteral sounds or pointing out herpes sores on a pitcher’s lip. or saying, didn’t mussina use to play for the orioles?
in honor of columbus day this morning i read the columbus chapter in lies my teacher taught me. in honor of columbus day this evening i did my patriotic duty and cheered as the dogged underdogs won the game to tie the series.