No long-winded blog needed just to say watch and enjoy!
Let’s set the WayBack Machine’s time/space coordinates to October 10, 1968 / Busch Memorial Stadium in St. Louis, Missouri. Baseball fans, we’re just moments away from the start of Game 7 of the 1968 World Series… the battle between the American League’s Detroit Tigers and National League’s St. Louis Cardinals.
On this picture perfect sunshiny p.m., Tiger Mickey Lolich and Cardinal Bob Gibson will soon be taking to the pitcher’s mound.
By Game 4 in this best of seven Fall Classic, the Detroit Tigers had only 1 victory… due, in part, to ace pitcher Denny McLain’s post season arm troubles. Folks, his record shattering 31 victories during the regular season just may’ve taken their human toll.
The big question… can the Tigers… who had so valiantly battled back to win Games 5 and 6… extend their winning streak to three? What could complicate matters is how team Manager Mayo Smith will be sending Lolich to the mound with only two days rest. So, regarding this do or die game for both teams, can Lolich pitch his team to a Game 7 victory and make the Detroit Tigers Major League Baseball’s 1968 World Champions?
But first, a few words from… me… back in the here and now…
My being a lifelong Michigander, I’ve spent countless summers cheering on my home team Tigers… and… I’m looking forward to watching this YouTube clip for mostly nostalgic reasons. Additionally, Lolich and I have something in common… our shared ethnicity / ties to Yugoslavia. My plans are to “tune in” to Game 7 later this afternoon… you know… just to keep everything more in sync with its long ago start time.
While I (obviously) do know the outcome to this game, I also realize that many of you may not. Since only diehard sports fans would watch when they already know the final score, I’ve intentionally refrained from mentioning any game details.
I also realize that not everyone can spend two+ hours to watch this blast from the past broadcast in its entirety… ergo… for those of you who’d like to avoid the pregame ceremonies… FF the Complete Game clip to time index 12:58.
For those of you who can spare only about 13 minutes I’m also including a 9th Inning Only clip.
For those of you who are not big baseball fans at all, here’s the link to the Game 7 Scorecard. As a final warning… for those who’ll be watching the game… I’ve labeled that scorecard link SPOILER ALERT!!!
Without further ado… broadcast booth, play-by-play veteran announcers Curt Gowdy and Harry Caray are about to get the 50th anniversary broadcast of Game 7 of the 1968 World Series underway!
Yesterday, I posted a blog at 11:10 a.m. My topic: Chopin’s Piano Sonata No. 2 / Funeral March. The “angle” I had chosen to explain my suddenly renewed interest in this Classical masterpiece tapped both into my DJ roots and deeply rooted, post Inauguration Day ‘17 blues, blahs and disgust.
I then blogged onward to mention how NPR’s All Things Considered reportage of All Things Trumpian has been depressing me… to the point where I found myself seated at and slumped over my piano last week… cradling my head in my crossed over forearms.
Ironically, it had taken an NPR aired, prattling, Donny Downer soundbite to snap me out of my funk. In a split second, I sat up, took notice and took back my life. How so?
I had limbered up my 10 fingers to play the first 11 notes of Chopin’s Funeral March. In essence, I had riffed a musical op-ed piece to refute and marginalize Donny Downer. After I played that soundbite / bitesized dirge, I actually found myself chuckling! But laughter? Why laughter I wondered?
To elaborate, I’ve paraphrased the following passage from yesterday’s post.
Subconsciously, I’d been channeling the schtick of my newest keyboard hero… Jon Batiste. For the benefit of my international readers, I’ll briefly mention that he’s frontman for Stay Human… Stephan Colbert’s Late Show house band. During many a show opening, Colbert monologue, Batiste’s keyboard comedic timing is just as flawless and funny as the wisecracking Colbert’s routine. The genius of both of these super-talents truly compliments one another. True, I’ve yet to hear Batiste play this Chopin riff… but it would not surprise me were he to… someday… do so.
Well… imagine my jaw dropping, “Oh Wow” surprise… and my LOL reaction… when that SOMEDAY turned out to be LAST NIGHT!
At approximately 11:38 p.m.… over 12 hours AFTER my 11:10 a.m. blog post time… there Colbert was… cracking a Marylin Monroe themed Trump joke… inspiring Mr. Batiste to ACTUALLY play that Chopin Funeral March riff! This musically enhanced joke starts around the 1:40 point of this clip.
So… are we talking pure coincidence or had Mr. Batiste read and been inspired my Chopin blog? Any of my “tags”… especially – Late Show – Stephen Colbert – Jon Batiste – Stay Human… could’ve made the merger of our two worlds more than mere happenstance.
OR maybe this event transcends the tags? True when it comes down to the existence of miracles, there are plenty of naysayers. While I am spiritually inclined, in this case, even I would tend go the Doubting Thomas / mere coincidence route. Yet, what would account for my waking up this a.m. with a lingering grin? Seeing how I’ve been suffering a bad case of the blahs and the blues… such a smile… in itself… is nothing short of miraculous.
Considering our present-day sorry state of affairs… especially within my homeland… I figured it was high time for some hijinks… especially tomfoolery of the wordplay variety. And nobody did it better than the King of Comedy… Johnny Carson… and his brilliant team of writers. I mean, seeing how we’re all here @WordPress, how much more appropriate could wordplay ever be?
This Vid of the Day is also a reminder of a political era where America still had its sense of humor AND how… as bad as the Reagan years were… we could still hang on to our hopes for a better day.
In any event… I do hope you got a charge out of viewing this Carson Comedy Classic sketch… I know I did.
On 04/26/2018 a Pennsylvania jury of Bill Cosby’s peers transformed his identity… from accused comedian/actor to convicted sexual predator/rapist. If sentenced properly, he’ll likely wind up rotting away in a jail cell for the rest of his natural life. After that? How about a burn up in Hell throughout eternity scenario?
Admittedly, such an afterlife may sound excessive. Yet, doesn’t such a fate pale by comparison? Just consider how many women’s lives Cosby has irreparably devastated… how he neither feels responsible nor repentant re his deplorable conduct… how he continues to incessantly, obstinately misdirect his seething outrage and blame squarely at his victims… how (had he wound up acquitted) he’d have played a major role in perpetuating society’s disturbing, disgusting rape culture.
Until he offers up his heartfelt “I’m sorry” to each and every one of his victims, how can they ever begin to experience even the slightest semblance of closure? How can they… as well as every other decent human being (regardless of gender identity)… ever begin to shake our distinct impression that Cosby simply does not possess a heart?
Fortunately, his conviction is acting as a giant leap for womankind… a rallying cry to the #MeToo movement… is promoting opposition to misogynist society’s soft on rapists / blame the victims (instead) mindset. Women… indeed, folks of all genders… can now look forward to the day where all sexual predators will be outed, arrested and brought to trial… and… upon conviction… wind up imprisoned or institutionalized.
In other words, there’ll soon be more cellmates and hellmates within Cosby’s new circle of “friends”.
For the benefit of anyone within our global community, who may be unfamiliar with this case… for decades, Cosby’s MO was to exploit women, who, at first glance, had found good reason to admire and consider him a kindly mentor… had believed him to be as sensitive, loving and caring a man as Cliff Huxtable… his TV sitcom alter ego. Yet, nothing could’ve been further from the truth. Instead, they had been forced into becoming “contestants” on Cosby’s wicked, “reality show”… where he’d drug, molest and rape them. All of which prompts three questions:
1. How could anyone ever find sex with a comatose person to be even remotely satisfying?
2. How could Bill Cosby have so easily portrayed such an admirable, loving, caring spouse/father in TV land… yet… could not even draw upon his actor skillset to behave in a like manner in his private life?
3. RE Cosby’s attorney, who has vowed to appeal Cosby’s case… just how comfortable would he feel were he to ever, foolishly, leave his client alone with any one of his female loved ones?
Folks, had Bill Cosby been able to honestly channel his Cliff Huxtable persona, he could’ve easily, naturally and genuinely attracted any woman he desired… and… little doubt… her feelings for him would’ve been mutual.
The good news… TV ratings for NBC’s Saturday Night Live are up… way up. Nielson reports 10.6 million have been tuning in regularly… that figure representing an increase in viewership of 2 million.
The bad(?) news… SNL primarily owes its success to Alec Baldwin lampooning a downright failure of a man.
The worst(?) part… the butt of their jokes is paying far more attention to what’s happening within SNL’s studio 8H in Manhattan than… well… pretty much whatever else is going on in the rest of the world.
Is that totally bad?
No. Each and every time #45 is overreacting / going berserk on Twitter he’s also frittering away his four year term… meaning less time for him to FUBAR our global economy, ecology and society.
Of course, what those key problem areas do need the most is the positive, proactive attention and actions of a real leader… an empathetic, ethical, focused, genuine intellect… such as former President Barack Obama.
Of course, #45 is not such a man. NOPE, he could never live up to those presidential qualifications. Ergo, it’s just as well that he’s got his eyes glued to his TV every Saturday at 11:30 p.m.… is obsessing over and bouncing off the walls whenever SNL’s brilliant political satirists effortlessly get under his thin skin.
Yet, one cannot help but wonder…
If SNL elected to never lampoon #45 / his régime again, would that upset him even more?
Propaganda Minister Bill O’Reilly has speculated that numerous big-name entertainers have refused to perform at America’s Inauguration Day festivities because they fear they’ll P.O. their fan base.
Oh really O’Reilly???
You’re overlooking the obvious… you’re such a brainless, rightwing tool you cannot fathom how these performers are righteously indignant.
Don’t you get it Billo?
It’s the B.O. factor NOT the P.O. factor… i.e., these artists loathe the nauseating, polarizing, political stench wafting off the incoming fascist régime.
Beyond the ethics there’re aesthetic concerns, too…
Who’d want to be performing while holding their noses and/or puking upon the world stage?