Baseball....

... baseball... goddamn.... back in the day, I played catcher... 10 years of sweating, directing, and getting steamrolled at home plate waiting for the fortuitous throw that never came... but still, catcher is the best position on the team...

... haven't watched a pro game from start to finish since the 1985 World Series when Kansas City spanked St. Louis after being two games down..... Bret Saberhagen, people.... that man could throw.... and it was George Brett's arguable swansong... and damn, only in baseball could some white-bread knucklehead with a name like Saberhagen rock everyone's world...

... but I'm losing my point... see, in the end, baseball movies break me up... and to prove my point, here, check this out.... I watched Steinbeck's George blow Lennie's brains out by the river today and thought to myself... "damn... I don't know who I relate to more... Lennie or George.. sometimes I feel like I'm on both sides of that literary trigger."... but the fact remains, nary a tear was shed... sure, the mind churned and the brain baked.. but there was no feeling.... Hell, hardly even a sniffle as the movie ended...

... now... fast forward... "Major League" just finished on the family television, and by the end I was crying like a fucking baby.. unbelievable....

... sometimes things just are what they are.... a friend busting a cap in a retarded soulmate?... dry eyes... even when understanding the complexity of Steinbeck's tale and having played "George" in the high school reproduction... but a whackjob with a gay haircut striking out a New York Yankee?.... waterworks....

.... it truly is strange... it seems that baseball, much like syphilis, evidently never fully leaves your system....

by Eric on November 15, 2005 | Bullshit (12) | TrackBack (0) | SWG Stories
Bullshit So Far

Sometimes, Good Lord, I wonder what it's like to live in your head. I think I'd be committed for laughing at myself all the time.

Good Grief. You're two for two today my friend. Funny stuff.

Bullshitted by Bou on November 15, 2005 10:28 PM

I'm just glad I'm not the only one.....

Bullshitted by Richmond on November 15, 2005 11:50 PM

it seems that baseball, much like syphilis, evidently never fully leaves your system….

I've got to find a way to use that quote.

Bullshitted by phin on November 15, 2005 11:54 PM

"having played “George” in the high school reproduction…"

Damn, but there's more to you than meets the eye. It ain't just Scotch and honkin' big knives!

Bullshitted by Elisson on November 16, 2005 07:36 AM

Baseball movies have the same effect on me - and I'm not a huge baseball fan. But there is something about the spirit of the game, the players.

Bullshitted by Tammi on November 16, 2005 08:41 AM

Baseball? I'm still laughing at the conversation we had at that restaurant in TN where you told me of your all-to-brief stint as a football player. As soon as you said you "lacked the temperment", I knew EXACTLY what you meant. Hahaha!

Bullshitted by zonker on November 16, 2005 09:42 AM

I haven't cried at a movie since I was... 8 I believe.

I'm not a baseball fan, but I do enjoy watching movies about baseball. Maybe it's because they cut out all the boring ports and you just see the action.

Bullshitted by Contagion on November 16, 2005 10:01 AM

What's stranger is me watching the same movie as you at the same time...Major League. Classic.

Except you probably were not trying to count how many times you woke up wearing a sombrero like Tom Berringer.

11, dude, 11.

Bullshitted by Blackfive on November 16, 2005 12:16 PM

"it seems that baseball, much like syphilis, evidently never fully leaves your system…."

A few years ago when the owners and players decided that their arguments over money was more important than a world series and the fans I discovered that the whole situation was better than any anti-biotic. It cured me from major League Baseball once and for all time. Who needs that moldy bread stuff when they present you with something like that.

Bullshitted by GUYK on November 16, 2005 03:28 PM

The end of Field of Dreams gets me every damn time. I only watch it by myself, 'cause I don't want anyone seeing me sob like a little girl...

Bullshitted by Steven on November 16, 2005 07:34 PM

Now, Major League, was one funny damned movie. Field of Dreams was a good one as well. Major League baseball, for the most part, is nothin' like either one. What I like about those movies is the chance to get to hear kids that play the game for the game, break off the odd line from those movies durin' BP, or just in the dugout. Baseball is a priceless sport at that point. I've seen/heard things from 14 year ol's mouths havin' to do with a baseball situation, or a clean poke at a teammate that have nearly brought ME to tears. Speaking of those memories with your son, one of his team mates, or one of the other coaches, can damned near bring the whole house down.

A couple of things come to mind here for me. One, I wish the players in MLB would remember more of where they came FROM, instead of where they WANT TO BE.

Kids do look up to 'em, whether that's in their perceived job description or not.

The other thing that comes to mind for me is this, and it's out of the blue, but there's a lines in Blade Runner, 'cept for the last one.

Batty: I've done... questionable things.
Tyrell: Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.
Batty: Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.
Batty: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

I'm not lookin' to die, but I have seen things, and heard them as well that make me believ in the people of baseball, and not the business of it.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on November 18, 2005 06:03 PM

I played catcher too... loved the game - still do... it's not a ME game like football and basketball... if baseball players did shit like those other players, they'd get beaned in the head their next time up...

Every time I watch that movie, I get chills when Wild Thing comes in to the game to the roar of the crowd and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up... what a moment to be the Wild Thing!!

Bullshitted by Madfish Willie on November 18, 2005 07:45 PM