Uh, I Forget …

Friday, October 17, 2008
Meters:
Time: 25
500-meter pace
Total Meters Rowed

OK, so I’be been caught. This entry is an after-the-facter, by a day, and I can’t remember the time or the meters. I’ve been caught. Now, I coulda faked it here, couldna I? But no. I’ll take my hit, and lose my five-thousand-whatever-meters toward Total Meters Rowed. I want those meters. That I can’t have them is, I’d say, suitable punishment.

How ’bout dem Phillies, huh: Part II. World Series, let’s go. Pleeeez may it be against the Red Sox. And after last night’s Sawx comeback from 7-1 down against Tampa in Game 5 — the greatest postseason comeback since 1929! with only seven outs left!– whose to say it won’t happen? Not that I can lay any claim to Red Sox nation. (Not that I stayed up to watch it, either; like the rest of the East Coast I was in bed by the fifth inning) I just don’t want Tampa in the Series. Indeed, my preferred WS matchup all along has been Phillies-Red Sox. I don’t care that Tampa is one of the great baseball stories of the past 25 years. And I got nothing against anyone on the team. I’m sure they’re all fine, fine gentleman. It’s the fans. Or, actually, the lack of. A team should not be allowed to advance to the World Series if during the regular season nobody comes to watch them play. And nobody was watching the Rays, their terrific narrative notwithstanding. Same thing has happened — twice! — with the Florida Marlins and their fans. The Rays’ sellouts (an oxymoron if ever there was one) in the postseason are an insult to all things baseball. Can we make this a rule? No team is allowed to advance to the World Series if in August and September when it is in the middle of NOT folding, of STAYING alive, AGAINST ALL ODDS, just like the Rays were doing, the fans still leave 20,000 empty seats in the stadium. Yes, that’s a good rule.