There's so much to say about Hurricane Sandy, but apart from the new tagline in this blog's header, I'll limit myself to a couple of comments.
- Any elected official who's acted the way leaders should in a disaster like this gets a big win this week. President Obama and New Jersey governor Chris Christie (whom I otherwise don't like) get high marks for dropping the party labels and just getting to work.
- On the other hand, Mitt Romney can add "loser" to an impressive list that already includes "liar," "thief," and "biohazard disposal bag." Smooth move with those cans from Walmart, Money Boo Boo.
- In the middle, where he always looks comfortable as a cat in a box, sits another bag of money, New York City mayor Michael Bloomberg. Ordering shelters and cabbies to let evacuees take their pets was cool. Keeping the New York Marathon going this weekend when so much of the city needs that event's resources? Not so much.
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| Sergio Romo and the Giants win the National League pennant, in glorious San Francisco rain. [Getty Images/Ezra Shaw] |
Yay! Giants! There's something exhilarating about watching bad weather roll in just as your favorite outdoor team wraps up a convincing semifinal victory. Back in early 1986, at the end of the NFC Championship, that incipient snow that fell on Soldier Field was the best part of the fumble recovery that Bears used to finish off the then-Los Angeles Rams. A couple of weeks ago, I felt the same warmth as the Giants reveled in the rain that helped them dismiss the St. Louis Cardinals.
As I keep telling friends and family here in exurban Chicago, my ten-year stay in California led me to, among other things, defect from the Cubs to the San Francisco Giants. The only bad thing about their Game 4 win in Detroit last Sunday -- and the World Series title that came from it -- was that the ninth inning conflicted with The Venture Brothers Halloween special. Lots of unnecessary clicking took place.
Key to my eventual conversion to a Giants fan was the construction of the their waterfront stadium in 2000. Back when it opened, it was called "Pacific Bell Park," but then PacBell went through so many mergers. Every acquisition caused the official name of the venue to change, so by the time it became "AT&T Park," I just gave up. Because it's so compact, I've taken to calling it just "The Phone Booth of Doom."
The real charm of attending Giants home games is getting to The Phone Booth of Doom. Sure, you can drive, but it's a lot more fun to take BART to either the Embarcadero or Montgomery stop. From there, the quickest way is to take the N-Judah. The most fun way, though, is to walk the dozen or so blocks to the park. That way, if my friends and I decided we were thirsty, we could stop off at any of the numerous watering holes on the way. If not, the exercise is always useful.
This aspect of going to the game wasn't lost on the Giants organization, which put out a memorable ad that managed to sell both The Phone Booth itself and the experience of walking through San Francisco's South of Market district to get there. Petula Clark's "Downtown" provided the background music, and it fit like a glove:
¡Felicidades a los Gigantes!
Remembering Pascual "Perimeter" Pérez: It was sad to hear of his murder this week. I remember him less for his actual Major League Baseball career (which ended up being riddled with drug problems) than for the timing of his arrival in the majors 30 years ago. Cable television was becoming the norm throughout the U.S., and Atlanta's Channel 17, WTBS, was turning the Braves into everyone's second team. To believe announcer Skip Caray was to buy into the notion that Pérez would lead the Braves into either the Promised Land or the NLCS, whichever was closer.
The Braves had just called Pérez up, and he was scheduled to start at grand old Fulton County Stadium. Still unfamiliar with Atlanta-area geography, he missed a freeway turn, and ended up taking a couple of trips around the city. It was comical. [Not least because I doubt that, were someone to suddenly teleport me to Santo Domingo one morning and tell me to get to the stadium by 13:00 that day, I'd do a whole lot better.] From then on, he became Pascual "Perimiter" Pérez.
Anyway, this 1980s classic form Dead or Alive came to mind when I heard the news about him.
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