I’m sitting around after work watching a baseball game. I don’t think I’ve done this before. There must be something in the water.
I taught a class this evening (a very laid-back one, because instead of a professor, this was a class where seniors teach freshmen as part of an advising program), and when they came to the library, they asked if I could teach them to use the library very quickly, because they actually wanted to go watch the game. And I was totally OK with that, I didn’t mind going home a half-hour earlier. So I covered how to search a couple databases, how to use boolean operators and truncation, discussed the wonderful world of reference books, showed various features of the library web site, and explained the difference between using a search engine like google and using library resources in around 25 minutes. Go me!
There is a barbershop in my neighborhood offering free head shaves for Sox fans. The bus driver was yelling out a running commentary on the game on my way home. As I got off the bus, he started speaking to me in baseball language. I have to admit I didn’t understand what he was saying, it was like “Blah blah blah pitching. Blah blah blah Ortiz. Blah blah blah relief pitcher!” And I replied “Really?! You don’t say!”
Wow, how about that Johnny Damon?!!!!
10:44 am on October 21st, 2004 1
There seems to be a hidden clause in the laws of nature that require us to stop and watch when major events in history occur even when we’re not sure why they are major events in history.
12:27 pm on October 21st, 2004 2
Yeah, it’s amazing the feeling a whole city gets when their team makes into the Series. I’m sure everything there is plastered in the team colors, and I’m sure you can’t miss all the cars with “Go Sox” written on the windows.
8:22 pm on October 21st, 2004 3
I also felt that I should watch the game in solidarity because everyone at work was rooting for the Sox, and my boyfriend despises the Yankees.
10:49 pm on October 21st, 2004 4
Boston beating New York probably has greater cosmic significance than the outcome of the upcoming presidential election. For a true baseball fan, the Cub-like collapse of the hated Yankees, 3 outs from the World Series before they imploded, being humiliated in their home park, with their huge salary base, is as sweet as life can be. The Mastercard ad about Boston winning the Series rings as true as a fundamentalist’s view of biblical truth. Why would a Cub fan root for Boston to win the Series? ’cause that means that next year the Cubs can break THEIR curse, go to the Series, and WIN for the first time since ‘08!