The Yankees won tonight. They still have "The Best Record in Baseball" But they have not been winning. They are losing half their games since A-Rod went on the disabled list a few days ago. Still, even though he didn't play tonight, the Yankees won. Because they scored a lot of runs. But that, it's been drummed into my head, is pitching. In this case, bad pitching by their starter.
I still don't really understand why so much of the game depends on pitching. Even great hitters can't hit great pitching. It never, or very seldom ever, happens. And I'm so tired, I'm actually writing about baseball. I'm going to regret it.
And I'm realizing, as I read this back, that all my baseball knowledge, day to day, is just the verbatim repetition of what commentators said on tv or radio. All of it. I very rarely have an independent as well interesting observation about a game, a player or anything to do with the game.
And later, I'm talking to a guy who watched or listened to the same game and we'll both repeat exactly what we both heard from the same announcers at the same time. And it's like, wow, yeah. Why do we do this? It must be comforting, the repeating of things we all already know and have heard a million times. It is a ritual. Just like church. Maybe he National League should merge with the Catholic church, whose attendance is flagging. I mean they the church and baseball already have so much in common. The sacrificial fly. The trinity of the pitcher, batter and catcher. Going home. And now, I'm going to bed. I'm sorry for anybody who read this all the way through. It's just neurons, radomly firing. Not thinking. Not anything.
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