Here’s my nutshell free-verse Giants year in review. I’m working on the interpretive dance with help from these guys.
126 million Scott Boras fans can’t be wrong lavish me with veteran Robeskolina savvy
Home Run Derby Vs. Party Like an All-Star, Adios, Shooter, the new new promise of Youth and Speed but still Cain’t Buy a Win
Seven fifty six! Seven fifty six! Seven fif… Indictment.
Oh, winter meetings, Nashville, Ville of Gnashing Teeth, as Prince Sabeslet, sicklied o’er with pale cast of thought, considers, ponders, deliberates…but with wise counsel pulls back from The Trade. More Fu, please.
Deal of the year? Well, well, well…
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SMALL PRINT UPDATE:
Now reading Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. I’m only a few pages into it, but I’m experiencing deja Fu, er, vu — didn’t I recently read a novel narrated by a precocious/autistic child who sets out to solve the mysteries of the dark adult heart? Why yes, I did.
Now listening to Mongo Santamaria’s Our Man in Havana. You want Afro-Cuban? This has both. It’s actually two records in one: one more Cuban, with a big band that knocks out one pre-revolution dance-hall groove after another; one more Afro, with call-and-response numbers stripped down to hypnotic vocals and frenetic percussion. Fabulous stuff.
Let’s not talk baseball for now. What was your favorite reading or listening moment of the year?
