Lockdown Diary – Day 13

Another beautiful spring day, temperatures in the 70s. Spent some time sitting in the garden under pristine blue skies. No airplanes passing overhead, no sound of traffic. It would be heaven under other circumstances.

Watching the replay of the White Sox 2019 home opener as I write this. It made me think how just five or so years ago Charlie and I would be getting started with another season playing baseball down at Horsham Junior Baseball Club. I really feel sorry for all the kids who aren’t able to go out and play baseball, or play anything really. I can’t imagine what it must be like having young children locked down and unable to burn off their boundless energy.

Now Boris Johnson has been admitted to hospital for “tests”. Except their are no tests. Rumours abound that he’s really in worse shape than they have let on. I hope he pulls through because surely it will change his perspective and so his policies.

I’ve never been a big fan of the monarchy, but I found the address the Queen gave to the nation today very moving. These are extraordinary times.

The past few days it seemed that time was passing very quickly. But today things seemed to slow down considerably.

Tomorrow is another day.

Lockdown Diary – Day 10

Well it has been a pretty shit day that turned from bad to worse just after I posted yesterday’s entry. I made the classic mistake of checking Twitter one last time before I put the lights out and learned that Adam Schlesinger, who was in Fountains of Wayne, one of my favourite bands, had died from Covid-19. It was like being punched in the stomach. I wrote about meeting him once, almost, over on Facebook. He was a great songwriter along with Chris Collingwood.

So I didn’t sleep that well and then of course today I learned that Ed Farmer, former White Sox pitcher and their radio play-by-play man for 30 years, had also died. I knew he had not been well and hadn’t been on many of the Sox spring training broadcasts, but it was still another body blow. Owing to the time difference I spent a lot of nights in bed with my earphones in listening to Farmio and DJ on the radio. I have really been missing baseball and recently discovered all of last season’s White Sox radio broadcasts were archived on TuneIn Radio, and had been listening to a few this past week. It might be a while before I can listen to another one. Ed Farmer was a great announcer who knew the game inside out and had a dry sense of humour. He was Chicago through and through. The city has lost a favourite son.

The worst part is I think we’re all going to have to get used to losing people who mean a lot to us in the days ahead.

Don’t stop believin’!

They don’t call Jim Thome Mr Incredible for nothing! What a game! What a trio of games! I feel emotionally drained already and the playoffs are only starting. I love the photo below of Alexi Ramirez taken the moment he realises he has just hit a grand slam in the game against the Tigers. It will go down as a baseball classic, and might even win a Pulitzer Prize. This team believes now. They have momentum. Anything can happen.

It’s Opening Day… in England!

baseball_card1.jpgopening_day1a.jpgCharlie poses for his “baseball card” photo in his new uniform. Yesterday was Opening Day for the Horsham Junior Baseball Club and Charlie’s team, the Athletics, played the Red Sox. Charlie went three for four with two runs scored and in general had a great time even though the A’s lost 29-24 (with a controversial umpiring decision quite possibly costing them the game!). At left, Charlie heads for first after smacking a base hit, then, below, waves to the crowd (and Mum) from third base. The fat guy somewhere in the background is his coach/Dad. Our Charlie playing organized baseball … in England! To quote Casey Stengel, “Who’d have thunk it?”