Everything feels different now

Once upon a time, a knee in the back or an elbow in the knee at a basketball game just meant we were at an arena where seating was tight.

When I look back on it now, though, I think “No social distancing there.”

Sort of like when we see Rick Steves in a bar, and Rick Steves goes to bars a lot.

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Could it be … baseball I can see?

Worcester, Massachusetts, is about 30 miles from my house.

The city has a team, the Bravehearts, that plays summers in the Futures Collegiate Baseball League … a league that, assuming it gets the official sign-off, will not only have games this summer, but games fans can attend.

Can you see what I’m getting at?

However, I’d still want to see what the rules are before I think about thinking about it. They’d better have a plan to require and enforce social distancing, for starters, and I’d be OK with masks, too, Continue reading “Could it be … baseball I can see?”

Don’t even tell me if the world is ending

Hey, everyone, I’ve told you before … I do not want to know when I am going to die.

I don’t care if it’s 30 years from now due to whatever it is people die from when they’re almost 80, or the end of the world in four days.

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When your life catches you off-guard

Not to get too inside baseball about how I do this here blog, but on Wednesdays I either post something I wrote years ago or something based on what I’ve written before — hence the “Written in Past Lives” tag.

Unless there’s something specific that I know I want to revisit, I basically just poke through my old stuff to see if there’s something that grabs my attention.

Which brings me to last August.

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A thought for 48

It was just a month ago that Suzi and I were cutting down last year’s remnants of the bushes in front of our house.

In the weeks since then, we’ve noticed new, green growth replacing the brown, but all of a sudden, I looked out the window to see everything fully grown.

While I wish I could say I’m thinking of the new growth and regeneration as the metaphor, it’s more the suddenness on my mind over having just turned 48.

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Figuring out a solution

Since it’s that time of year, a couple days ago my Facebook Memories were filled with posts about attending Suzi’s reunion weekend at Mount Holyoke College, including a couple funny moments from 2013.

The thing about Mount Holyoke being a women’s college is that while the public buildings have men’s and women’s bathrooms, the dorms only have women’s rooms.

After all, only women live there.

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Do people ‘piggyback’ online?

I downloaded Zoom because I had a job interview just as … you know … was showing the first signs of the havoc it would wreak on everyday life.

Since then, I’ve used it for a couple chats with friends and former coworkers, and my exercise class just moved online.

I don’t have any meetings to go to online, so for the people who do, there’s something I want to know.

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Great baseball, poor service

The Boston Globe asked its baseball writers to share their favorite and least-favorite ballparks. On Sept. 25, 2016, I wrote about Dodger Stadium, which would rank higher on my list if the customer service wasn’t so bad.

Dodger Stadium is still a beautiful ballpark. Yes, it’s more than 50 years old, but it’s not a relic. Instead, thanks to a little work, it’s still an amazing sight.

And it’s all the better when it has a game to match, like today, when Charlie Culberson hit a 10th-inning division-winning homer, giving Vin Scully one last great Dodger Stadium call.

But …

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All the shows you’d ever want

With concerts basically being cancelled until who knows when because of … you know … you’d think my pal Al Gorithm at Live Nation would have nothing for me. You’d be wrong.

If you’re not busy at 4 p.m. (Eastern), you have an open invitation for tea with Tori Kelly.

Or, more accurately, the invitation is for #QuaranTEAwithTori.

I have no great interest in her Instagram live stream, where it looks like she’s talking and singing with friends, but at least I’ve heard of her.

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