If there was ever any question how one should live his life, consider that of Bill Mayhugh, D.C.-area radio host, musician, sportsman, impresario, and philanthropist.
Some days you wake up, read the obits, and end up jealous of a dead guy.
Except for the whole phone bill thing. That was just weird.
But here’s to Mr. Mayhugh.
Game One of baseball’s World Series last night turned up pretty much everything I would have expected, for better or worse. The Red Sox won, 12 pitchers were used, and the game ended after midnight.
Basically this is 2013 all over again. My only question going in was, “Who’s going to be the Ortiz this year?”
Would you have guessed Eduardo Nunez?
Yeah, that guy. Former Yankee hitting the first World Series pinch-hit home run since a certain Mr. Matsui in 2009. Broke the game open.
Guess those reports about his being unable to play were a bit off.
Said that about Gibson for Game One in ’88 as well.
Loudoun County sunk down a few inches about 7:30 last night, as jubilant, then disillusioned, then ultimately jubilant Redskins fans jumped about their living rooms.
I’ll admit, I was one of them.
Thank God for silly penalties. That potential game-tying field goal (which, let’s face it, would have meant certain defeat in OT) went from a 47-yard attempt to a 52-yard attempt, and yeah, it seemed to make all the difference. I’m no mathematician (wait, yes I am!), but I know that 52 is more than 47. And a kick that sails through at 47 yards hooks off the goalpost when it reaches 52.
Oh that was sweet.
My friends at the post office are at it again. In the face of declining sales and decreased revenue, the USPS is raising the price of a first-class stamp from 50 cents to 55.
Yup, that’s what you want to do when people aren’t buying your product: raise the price. That’ll make ’em want to buy more of it.
Of course, most other products don’t have a legal monopoly on their enterprise.
Pardon my not posting on Monday. I was just too busy celebrating the Redskins’ win over Carolina the previous afternoon. Didn’t expect that one but I’ll take it.
And speaking of things I did not expect, I did not expect Notre Dame’s win Saturday against Pittsburgh to be so nerve-racking. Nevertheless, a win is a win.
Don’t look now, but the Redskins are in first place and Notre Dame’s 7-0.
Here we go again.
Because a little self-promotion never hurt anyone…
Let the record show my new CD, Jazz Impressions of a Boy Named Franklin, is now available for purchase via the interweb. Head here.
You can also buy tracks on Amazon or hear them, of course, on Spotify.
Jazz Impressions of a Boy Named Franklin is a six-track EP recorded in June at Lady of Noise Studios in Frederick, Maryland. Original compositions inspired by a certain toddler I know.
The folks at The Washington Post have jumped on an idea of mine from two and a half years ago: greatest teams never to win a championship. (See here.) Chris Rukan considers the Nationals of the past seven years versus other teams over such a period. That piece is here, limited to baseball and going back only to 1969, the first year of the League Championship Series.
Rukan identifies seven teams with better overall records than the Nats who didn’t win championships. The Nats, however, are the only team with the sad distinction of never winning even one playoff series.
Ouch.
O Signore Columbus, you no doubt would be deluso with what they’ve done to your holiday the past 30 years or so. Nowadays there’s barely a whimper about your accomplishments.
Fear not, however, for the great calendar of sports has you covered. Three games on the MLB Playoff docket today, taking us from 1:35 p.m. to about midnight. That last game is Yankees-Red Sox, still the greatest rivalry in professional sports.
Those of us in the DMV also have football tonight, American football of the Monday Night variety. The first-place(!) Redskins travel to the Superdome to take on the first-place New Orleans Saints. For once I’m actually not terrified to see my hometown team play in primetime.
But in case it goes south there’s always baseball on the other channel, no?
Yankees-Red Sox.
Need I say more?
It really has been way too long.
I think the only folks out there more excited than I am are the TV executives standing to profit handsomely from such a matchup.
As the kids would say… gonna be lit.
Sometimes 162 isn’t enough. Sometimes 163 isn’t enough. Sometimes nine innings isn’t enough.
Sometimes I just can’t get enough baseball either. And then I look at the clock, it’s after one, and I’ve still got to figure out what I’m talking about in math class tomorrow.
Probably baseball.
