Back from a wedding downstate. On my way there going 87 Southbound I went by the exit for Saugerities and that got me thinking that when I got back, it would be appropriate to take a moment to recognize something great in the world of art that happened 40 years ago this past weekend. . . .No, I'm not talking about the mudfest concert at Bethel that was later named after a town 40 miles away. I'm talking about a guy named Mario Puzo and his book that he got published and subsequently panned by the critics. . . It went on to sell millions, gave us movies and TV series that most men in the U.S. still love. The Book? - The Godfather.
Perhaps the 60s counter-culture greatest achievement?
On to baseball - I think the distraction of whether Joba was pitching or not pitching took away from his focus on Sunday, leading to the shaky outing. Regardless, taking 3 out of 4 from a Wild Card contender ain't a bad thing.
Right now, things are almost going to good. After this set with Oakland, we've got Boston on deck again, followed by Texas. Good tests to close the month out.
I don't really have too much to say on the Bombers play right now - (that's what makes me nervous).
Other MLB thoughts:
Once the earth beaters of the NL, the Dodgers are losing ground and fading fast - will Torre be able to steady the sinking ship?
WSJ had an article pointing out that while Ichiro's numbers are impressive, he is perhaps the least valuable player for contending teams as few of his hits have led to wins, and that more than 80% of his hits are singles.
David Wright might be out for the rest of the season. Johan Santana should be out the rest of the season for his weak attempt at gaining street cred a few innings later.
Finally, Prince Fielder is a punk.