From an early age, I had two (seemingly unrelated) passions: newspapers and baseball.
When I was 16, I scored an interview for a sports clerk’s position at my local newspaper. After the standard queries, my future boss, SKA, asked me which team former big league catcher Bob Boone, who shares my surname, played for. I knew the job was mine. SKA wanted two things: competence and baseball literacy, a tall order in the heart of (college) football country.
SKA could be intimidating, and you best not pet his peeves: “1. Host is not a verb!; 2. Host is not a verb!!; 3. HOST IS NOT A FUCKING VERB!!!” I learned. He wasn’t a role model, but a harbinger.
I didn’t realize it until today when I read SKA’s latest Facebook dispatch:
I’ll never understand the Bobby Cox haters. Fourteen straight flags, 2,500 wins, Atlanta’s only championship and brilliant job this year getting an undernourished roster through a pennant race. Yet it’s never enough for the bandwagon goobers who think baseball is the same as high school football and if you don’t win it… all every year, you suck. Those who know nothing about the sport should shut up.
“In return for liking this status, I’d like for you to say something positive about soccer,” wrote a commenter.
OK, it ain’t high school freaking football, how ’bout that? Or worse, college football. There’s no BCS, they don’t schedule Eastern Southwestern Podunk State for homecoming and the mascots don’t try to dry hump each other in the end zone while there are perfectly suitable cheerleaders nearby for such purpose. And at least soccer doesn’t exist for the sole purpose of letting middle-aged Winnebago pilots get shitfaced every Saturday on a college campus, a place many have never been during the week when actual classes are in session. I’m just sayin’.
We also share a volcanic, though harmless — and often humorous — temper. But I still have my hair.
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