Keep a ballplayer, fill in with muppets; ‘Cats’ reminds us of the good old days of feeling joy in hating things
Taking pride in wearing your team’s hat; like the dirty subway platform, where would you even begin to fix baseball’s problems anyway?; grooming the kitten to like baseball in time for spring training
With another season in front of us it’s time to discuss baseball’s most penetrating current problem, which is of course the feral, mouth-breathing cats invading the diamond. Oh sure, it’s a moment that’s always good for a larf between broadcasters as we admire in slow motion the physics of the feline form. But under that…
The color green helped hook me on philosophy. When I was a boy the street lights on Ambaum Avenue were aligned sideways, a rather charming little touch for a part of town and a childhood that desperately wished to be charmed. One day the lights were rotated ninety degrees, the boring old top-to-bottom way, and…
On Cats, Anxiety, and the Houston Astros By: David Temple Verne is not a terribly… good cat. She’s not even all that cute. She doesn’t do much beyond sleep, yell at nothing in particular (she’s deaf as a stone), and occasionally pee on my bed when I’m at work. Oh, and she drools―all the time….
A cat who walked through stadiums, the philosophy of failure in the postgame clubhouse, a Cincinnati Red-based mantra, and the hacking of baseball.
What if you let cats predict the season?