Yup, the Yanks are out again in the first round of the playoffs. Very disappointing. I sometimes think that baseball is all about failure and how to handle it. Think about it–good hitters, traditionally those with a .300 batting average, fail 70% of the time. The most famous baseball poem, Casey at the Bat, is all about failure:
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,
but there is no joy in Mudville —
mighty Casey has struck out.
Well, the Mighty Yanks have struck out, but I’m not going to dwell over it. Baseball is also about hope, so “Wait until next year.” Who am I rooting for in the AL playoffs? Certainly not for a team that has just bested the Yanks, so I’m going with Oakland. I’ll only root for Detroit if it makes it to the World Series, since I can’t stand the National League and would NEVER cheer for ANY of its teams.
As an aside, like I’ve noticed in other countries, Yankee hats are extremely predominant in the DR also. I did see one misguided soul wearing a Red Sox hat–I assume they let him out of the hospital for the day. 😀
It was a beautiful day this past Sunday, so, as has become my habit, I strolled along the Malecon. I went even later than last week, so many more people were out. Once the heat of the day dwindles, the place really gets hopping. I would like to have stayed into the nighttime, but I live quite a ways from the area and I’m not prone to walking in the dark by myself, though I could take a taxi. It was probably my last walk along the area on a Sunday, since I move to the Yankee baseball campus this coming Saturday, the 14th. I can hardly wait!
Another observation is about security guards here. You see them everywhere, guarding banks and other places of business, housing areas, and some private residences. Most of them are not armed, just like most of the official police are not armed, but there are quite a number of them who carry what look like sawed-off shotguns! Maybe it’s a “Barney Fife” situation–you only get one bullet, but you can’t put it into the gun. I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out! More later.