In which FHC cheers for the juicy giants

So yes… I went to the game yesterday. It was terribly boring as one would expect, looks a little silly and even the coaches seemed apathetic. I was waiting for the whole thing to heat up with a  “W” on my forehead and then it was finished. I tried to make the “Who is in the first base ?...who?” joke but LL rolled his eyes and bought me a cap so I’d shut up. Everybody was booing this poor guy, Barry Bonds, screaming “juice” and LL even threw one of my diabetes syringes at him. Each time I would express my worries that it might impact negatively on his well-being I was told with a sneer that “he made a lot of money” or “he is a millionaire”. I concluded that in the United-States, there is a popular belief that it is ok to be hated as long as you are wealthy. I wanted to hug Barry and squeeze his big boned body. I thought I would try to be supportive and seek his autograph along the fenceline but LL would not let me.

What’s the problem with Barry using steroids exactly? I mean: I always thought that cheating and treachery were the American ways of winning, the Tour de France in particular. Perhaps Barry has a “thyroid condition” too. That is what I revere about America: how little it knows itself.

At least I understood that there are other usages for a baseball bat than beating up Olliver when he shows up in my bedroom chasing for my delicious foam earplugs. As B. Shaw once said “Baseball has the great advantage over cricket of being sooner ended”.

Comments

[Russ W]

How can baseball be compared to the game of cricket? Nothing comes close to watching the beautiful game in the English countryside wearing one's tweed coat, sipping tea and eating scones with clotted cream and preserve. Simply spiffing!

[LL]

Now we know why FHC wants to be wealthy.