I know it’s beyond my control, but it’s not okay with me that Major League Baseball is over for 2017. After all, baseball causes warm weather, and I don’t like to be cold. Don’t believe me? They play baseball all winter in the Dominican Republic and it never gets cold there. On the plus side, it’s only a little over three months to pitchers and catchers.
It was also fine with me that the Astros won the World Series. After all, I root for the Mets, and whoever is playing the Dodgers. Since the Astros played the Dodgers, I’m fine with the outcome. Still, I could really do without games that last 5 hours and 17 minutes, using 14 pitchers.
The series reminded me of something though. My uncle (my mother’s brother) was married to a woman who was the oldest daughter in a large family. At least one of her sisters was younger than me, and younger than some of my aunt and uncle’s kids (my cousins) too. The sister’s name was Paige. If you’re following closely, you’ll realize that means my cousins had an aunt who was younger than they were, but not related to me at all. I was interested. She was petite, which is my Kryptonite, and I thought she was cute. She wasn’t much of an intellectual though. When I learned her name, I quoted a Mark Twain line from “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court.” I told her she wasn’t big enough to be a paragraph.
Much like Britain’s Queen Elizabeth, Paige was not amused. That’s when I learned it’s possible to strike out on only one pitch.
