BASEBALL IS BACK! i’ve been eagerly anticipating this day since november 2nd, 2010, the day after the giants won the world series (lets go yankees in 2011!). life can seem so empty without baseball so i’m very excited it’s back.
bernie williams, aside from being one of the best centerfielders ever, is also an amazing classical guitarist. his rendition of “take me out to the ball game” is extremely moving, almost haunting. even the way it begins, with the late bob sheppard announcing bernie williams at bat, both uplifts and saddens me straight to the core.
bernie was my abuela’s favorite yankee of all time so listening to this song is even more meaningful than it was before. abuela, this one is for you.
for my beloved abuela. i will miss you so so so so much more than words can ever express. you were the most beautiful, wonderful, vibrant, strong, amazing woman in the whole universe. tu eres mi abuela, mi familia, mi corazon. te quiero mucho mucho mucho.
CONSEQUENCES OF LEAVING TUMBLR OPEN ON D’s COMPUTER:
(a guest post by the olio)
in the summer of 2005, four unsullied college kids got into car and drove from hartford to chicago. maybe we started in dc, maybe we didn’t, the details are fuzzy. but what is certain is that for 3-4 days, we drove across the eastern third of our wondrous and sometimes scary country, listening to music, speeding down highways and eating at shady bars that served us beers, despite our being slightly underage. K drove the whole time, he refused to let anyone else behind the wheel, yet he was very much the gentleman when it came to sharing the stereo. each of us had turns with our ipods and generally, we all enjoyed the various indie, punk, and classic rock tunes that blasted through the speakers (although we often vetoed everything B chose just to fuck with him). but there was one song that K particularly enjoyed and that he commanded us to play at least once an hour. the moment those first notes sounded, the quiet romanian echo slowly building until the song exploded into pure dance-pop frenzy, K would glow like a child on christmas. he’d throw all caution to the wind, throwing his hands up and dancing like he had never heard anything so glorious. during these moments of majestic spastic boogie, i’d have to grab the wheel to make sure we didn’t crash into the surrounding countryside, killing ducks or cows or, more importantly, ourselves. these were moments of pure joy, nothing so enjoyable as dancing to a song whose words we all knew but could never agree on yet still bound us together with a bond stronger than that of mother and child. never again will i be able to hear this song and not picture K, the happiest man on the planet for 3 minutes and 33 seconds. K, this one is for you.