The specter of 2020 is almost over, and this baseball writing interloper must take pause and perhaps a deep breath in order to reflect. I’m going to refrain from giving you a redundant frame by frame analysis–as I’m assuming you haven’t reawakened from a coma–but I don’t think I’m reaching when I say that damn near half the population of the U.S. doesn’t care about logic, science, or even high-minded economic interests. (unless you’re raking in over 400,000 dollars a year) No, my friends, the major motivation was simply contempt. An eye opening and disturbing influx of psychotic persecution seemed to rule the day as high minded intellectuals scramble to try to figure out how to baby-sit/pacify the brains of the gullible as they are keenly aware that the singular vote of an idiot counts just as much as the singular well-informed in a demented and ironic twist of a democratic process that the former seems to disdain.
I have no light suggestions of benevolence as I am largely apolitical, and this is, alas, a simple baseball publication, and I’ve largely tried to keep it just that. The World Series was a light-hearted escape from the madness and then Justin Turner pranced around the field in celebratory mode with a case of ‘Rona and kicked everyone in the nuts with a dose of reality. No Bueno. But if anyone understands how misguided any sense of certainty is, it would be a baseball fan. History will largely scoff and turn a blind eye to the suffering and trials of the pathetic humans and when all is said and done, it will still be there in black and white on the written page (paper?) Dodgers 2020 World Series Champions.
I’ll probably have a few stiff drinks tonight in full celebratory mode as my friends and I watch pop stars prance around in confetti and the newest rendition of Dick Clark feigns having a good time in Times Square with his cajones in full refrigeration. There will be Bloody Marys, Chateau Pink Gins, and of course, the lethal Velvet Hammer ready to sweet talk you into staying in bed on the first day of the year as you watch episodes of Three’s Company with ironic detachment and weep into your pillow at the inhumanity of it all. I will be properly blitzed and locked into my fucking groove as the crescendo happens, and 2020 will still be there to scoff, “too bad you’re not double-jointed so you could bend over and kiss your ass goodbye.”
Happy New Year, Gary. Reading your posts has been one of the bright spots of the year. Keep up the great writing!
Thanks Keith. I almost stifled a sob there. 🙂
The Velvet Hammer would be a cool name for some promising future A’s slugger. Happy new year, Coco.
You too, Simba. Keep the awesome and informative posts coming!
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Best wishes in the New Year Gary! Hey, how long till opening day? I need a baseball fix already! Not to mention a from-the-heart no-holds-bar post from you. I’m waiting! C’mon Baseball!!
You too, man. Stay away from the Rona!
Wait, the Dodgers won the World Series? Just kidding, but I barely caught the fever for the 2020 season. I’m thinking, maybe, this year will be different for me, fans or no fans. As always, great insights on your part Gary and well written. Looking forward to more of your posts in 2021. Happy New Years.
Hope you have a wonderful year, Steve.
Great final line. Happy new year