A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

CHRIS SALE

Okay, it's another baseball blog, deal with it, I'm a pig, remember?

So Chris Sale is probably the best pitcher in the American League, has a really 'cheap' contract if more than 10m a year is cheap, and is signed for the next 4 or 5 years.  And the White Sox kind of suck.

Then tonite, Sales is scheduled to pitch, going for win number 15 this year, and the Sox have some sort of thing going where they like to wear throwback uniforms so all the old fans remember the good ol' days, except the Sox pretty much didn't win anything like a division or pennant when they wore these uniforms either.  And the ones they were suppose to wear tonite are generally considered thru out baseball as one of the worst uniforms in sports history and Sale feels real uncomfortable wearing it.  So he asked the Sox if they could wear a different uniform tonite when he pitched and they said no.

So Sales shredded his uniforms during batting practice.

Now the Cubs, who historically are worse than the Sox, haven't been to a World Series since Truman was president, they never really change their uniforms giving their fans that consistency and connection with history of all the losing seasons of decades past.  The Sox seem to change every few years like you can paint a dump in the slums and people will think it's a better product.

So here is the thing.  Pick up the phone, if you are the Sox GM, and call Boston, NY,  Washington, St. Louis, Texas, and the Dodgers and say Sale is on sale for 48 hours and we want the pick of any six of your minor leaguers or major leaguers with less than 1 year of major league experience.  Call the Cubs and demand eight.

You could rebuild a ball club pretty quickly with the six best minor league players from those organizations.  There is another pitcher they could probably get 4 from one of those teams, and a couple of players worth 2 or 3.  I mean you could clean out and come up with 15 of the top 100 minor league players in baseball.

But trust the Sox to screw this up.  That is why they are in Chicago.  Think about it.  Two teams, 100 years, 1 World Series victory.

So they will probably trade Sale for 2 or 3 players that will never make the majors, while Sale's will capture a few Cy Youngs and WS championships for a team that knows the difference between putting a good team on the field and putting a good looking team on the field.

I started following the Sox in 1967, that was an amazing year for baseball.  Four teams, the Red Sox, Tigers, Twins and White Sox were all within a game of winning the pennant with 5 games left in the season.  The White Sox were the best off, win two to tie, three and it's theirs, and they had a double header against the worst team in baseball and then 3 games against the second worst team.

They lost all 5.

Should have figure it out then.

The moon and the sun
We all come undone
The night steals the ground
We all fall down

A blue whisper rain
Dark shadows again
The crush of a prayer
Hangs in the air


Sweet Talk Radio 

No comments:

Post a Comment