Happy Almost-Thanksgiving! I’ve been on a bit of a Woody Allen kick (pretty much my permanent state, but still) and watched Radio Days for the first time last night. It’s a delightful, nostalgic movie and also features what is my favorite baseball moment in a movie to date.
Those of you who’ve been around for a while know that I cannot stand baseball movies. This is akin to leprosy if you are a baseball fan. Not adoring the slimy dog in Sandlot is no way to make friends who like baseball or even ones who don’t, it seems. I have yet to meet someone else who thinks that dog is slimy, but I’m holding out hope.
Anyway, next time someone says Field of Dreams I will politely forward them that YouTube clip.
Also, the reasons for living are indeed Groucho Marx and Willie Mays. Manhattan has it right.
These clips because they can never be watched too many times.
I hope everyone has a lovely Thanksgiving and is fortified with enough food for like six months because some of the stores are closed and that’s sort of panic inducing. I know I am. This year, I am thankful that the Giants won the World Series. And, you know, some other stuff. But mostly that.