It’s time for more rambling thoughts, so come along for the brief ride my friends.
During recent down time, I got thinking about how in blazes I managed to finish high school. I ultimately arrived at the conclusion that I was allowed to exit the not-so-great-halls of learning because: (a) they felt sorry for me (b) they (being senior administration) were tired of seeing my face along those not-so-hallowed-halls or (c) there was a desk shortage and they needed mine. I chose C, dear diary. You will note that nowhere did the phrase academic achievement enter into the conversation. But you know, I rather enjoyed being non-brilliant, it kind of relieved any peer pressure I might have felt. Besides, the smartest kids in our class were two cute girls and what guy would be dumb enough to compete with cute girls for valedictorian honours and such.
Nope, my mantra was to stay low key and enjoy the weekends. I didn’t jump academic hurdles, I strolled around them.
Second thought.
My lasting image of the 2015 American League baseball playoffs as they related to the Blue Jays will be that seventh inning circus that involved Martin throwing the ball back to the pitcher and accidentally hitting the batter’s hand and then the Ranger runner on third coming home and scoring after the home plate umpire called time out.
But that scene took second place when it came to lasting image.
If you will recall, all these activities ended up being under video review and the team of umpires formed a cluster to talk about what they had wrought on the field. They talked to managers, they talked with each other, they talked to themselves and an occasional player for about 20 minutes. What got me was the picture of one of these umpires, I believe it could have been the third-base guy, who sported the biggest, ugliest, no, comical bulge of chewing tobacco in his right cheek. I have never seen a more ridiculously huge mump-like chaw in all my years of observing baseball games. This elephant-man chaw almost prevented the poor guy from talking, as his one cheek dominated the rest of his face. But through all this, I never once saw him take one of those major league spit ups as he argued with the managers and others. I guess that was to his credit. I kinda wondered though how his wife handled such matters on the home front.
Yep, I’m sorry dear diary, but that’s my lasting image of the Blue Jays’ abbreviated run for the World Series in 2015.
By the way, why do they call it the World Series when only North American teams are allowed to challenge for the title? Just wondering.
Third thought.
I was informed the other day that I now had the vote of one local businessman, thus giving me 17 confirmed votes for when I seek a mayoralty majority. I’m sure our current chief administrator is beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. I asked the businessman if I could count on his other family members, but he wasn’t silly enough to provide any of those assurances, so I had to be comforted in the fact that I will grow my campaign one voter at a time. No strategic voting I guess. I’ll just have to go about my business by knocking on three or four doors to gain momentum.
When elected though, I promise we will build a state-of-the-art subway system and light rail transit to serve the inner city as well as outer city and mid-to, sort of, out of city. That is, unless you think we don’t need them. If not, I’m pretty good at changing my mind.
