Tonight Maisa and I decided at the last minute to go watch the Ankeny Centennial volleyball team play in the regional final.
Jaguars beat Johnston to advance to the state tournament. Big crowd at Centennial. We enjoyed the match.
Today’s high-five goes to Cheap Trick, one of the most underrated bands of the 1970s and 1980s.
Here’s my favorite Cheap Trick song, which I heard on the radio this morning on the way to work.
Maisa’s team won three games and lost two this weekend in a South Des Moines tournament. That’s a wrap for the season.
The Ankeny Kramers made their first trip to Nick’s Bar and Grill on Saturday. Nick’s recently earned “Iowa’s Best Tenderloin” honors from the Iowa Pork Producers Association.
And yes, the Kramers agreed that the Nick’s tenderloins are indeed delicious!
On Sunday, I asked an umpire to reconsider a call based on a little-known rule that I was hoping he would be aware of.
He wasn’t, unfortunately. His gruff response was: “There is no such rule.”
Well, ump, here it is…
“The runner is not out if he/she is touched by a batted ball after it passes through or by an infielder (except the pitcher). What we’re talking about is when a base runner is running behind the infielder while fielder is making a play on the ball, but then the infielder misplays the ball. The misplayed ball passes through the infielder’s legs, or by him on either side, and then touches the runner. This is not interference. The ball is live. Play on.”
I learned all sorts of interesting things growing up around Paul Scherrman, Frank Dardis and all the other great baseball men of Dubuque County. And of course brother Steve, an exceptionally sharp student of the game.😀👍🏼⚾️
Sustained excellence: The Dodgers have advanced to the postseason four consecutive years, a franchise best and the longest current streak in MLB.
“The Green Fields of the Mind” by A. Bartlett Giamatti
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart.
The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings.
And then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive.
And then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.
This wonderful poem begins at the 1:25 mark…Please watch if you love baseball or love the passage of time.