Base-a-ball-a

Nobody is here this weekend. We are all off to watch Base-a-ball-a.

After all, there is now positive proof of the existence of Angels. Many of the plays the past few days in the games between the Red Sox and other teams conclusively prove their existence. How else can anyone explain the playing of Base-a-ball-a that has been seen by millions of fans all over the world? How else to explain the strange plays and goings-on out there on the field?

Why am I calling it Base-a-ball-a? Well, we can’t really call it Baseball any more, can we? Uncle Morey used to call it Base-a-ball-a, but he was new to this country and he thought every game was somehow controlled by others who were off the field. How else, he would ask, could such grown men play either so well or so badly? I guess where he came from, such games were ‘fixed.’

We know the good men who play American baseball would never be such bad sports, as my old uncle would have intimated. They are all fine, upstanding, and honest individuals, right? (Well, all but one, anyway.)

Its just that their playing on the field, and the very easy plays they seem to have been missing, makes a person wonder about such things as Angels or Base-a-ball-a.

So, you see, when the Los Angeles Dodgers or the Anaheim Angels, or even the New York Yankees don’t get to go to the World Series, something is seriously amiss, somewhere, don’t you think?

Have a great weekend – and try not to think about all of it too hard.

Try to live a full and useful life for yourself and with your families instead, because its now Base-a-ball-a we are watching, and the first game of the 2004 World Series was played by a couple of Minor League teams, who dropped the ball more times than anyone could count. (Why couldn’t they have played that badly in the playoffs? Isn’t that usually how they play all the time?)