This weekend the Fall Classic slides into view, it is the baseball super bowl – the World Series. I have heard it said that
the US wouldn’t have much interest due to the teams involved. Are you kidding me? Anyone that loves baseball, the all-American sport, will love this series.
Who can forget the 1919 World Series, which resulted in the most famous scandal in baseball history? Eight players from the Chicago White Sox were accused of throwing the series against the Cincinnati Reds.
To this day, no one really knows the complete story and baseball fans still feel sadness in not knowing how the great “Shoeless” Joe Jackson’s career might have played out. White Sox haven’t been in a series since 1959 and their last championship came in 1917.
This is the first World Series for the Houston Astros, an organization 44 years young, from a city that opened its arms wide for those displaced by Hurricane Katrina. Oh and they have . . . Roger Clemens.
I love Chicago, and loved training there. I hate the Houston airport – every airplane flight I have ever missed was there.
How do I know about baseball? I am an Irish, plus one cousin played for the Yanks the other for the Twins way back in the early big hair days of the 80’s. Frankly, I would prefer Brian played baseball over football, since it a sport his dad can’t coach.
I am not a big fan of baseball on TV. I think it is a sport that needs to be felt and experienced within the walls of a baseball stadium. What I love about this series (besides the fact the Yankees aren’t in it – even though Derek Jeter is a hunk and a half) is the two teams out of nowhere – the lost but not forgotten.
It is the American story: stick around long enough, work hard enough, don’t let go of a dream and eventually you just might make it to the big league of your life.
I enjoy stories of redemption. The White Sox, formally nicknamed the Black Sox are back trying to erase the stigma of their baseball forefather’s past. It is the story of a second chance. I love second chance comeback stories. I am working on my own.
Let’s play ball.
“There have been only two geniuses in the world. Willie Mays and Willie Shakespeare” ~Tallulah Bankhead
Until next time -
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
SIDEBAR: There is a funny baseball story of how I got mad at Kent Hrbeck, who was my cousin Larry’s best friend when they played on the Twins farm team, but then I think his story turns out better than mine in the end.
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