Over on Twitter, @GiantsNirvana reminded me of something yesterday. Observe:
Remember that grand slam, guys? Most baseball games, I don’t remember exactly where I was or anything, but I do with that one. I was listening in the car and way up in the middle of nowhere, so the radio reception was terrible. It was sort of crackly, going in and out but when Renteria hit the ball? It became clear. Crystal clear. Not exaggerating. And it was a moment of pure, baseball elation.
Of course, that was back in the day when the Rockies were not permanently toast and they were right in that pennant race – which they eventually won – with the Giants. That moment, still, was massive and one I will never-never forget. Right up there with when Edgar Renteria said “salsa”. For those of you who haven’t been reading my blog since the beginning (unforgivable), Edgar Renteria was once asked what his favorite kind of music was, during the between-inning feature on the scoreboard, and he said “salsa”. Until you have heard his accent, you won’t understand but it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Seriously.
Also, I don’t know how many of you watched the Closing Ceremony for the Olympics last night, but it was a serious let-down. Partially because it just was and partially because in the 2016 Rio preview, nobody sang Take You to Rio.
It was kind of sad.
In other Olympics news, Kate Moss can still catwalk like a boss and the best Opening Ceremony outfits were Team Italia’s, hands down. Designed by Armani, naturally. If I suddenly developed amazing athletic ability and qualified for the Games, I would renounce my American citizenship and beg Italy to take me on. Just so I could wear the clothes in the Opening Ceremony. I am not a materialist at all, no.