Seasons Ending

We left City Park in New Orleans on Sunday night a few hours after the sunset, as Dr. John was nearly finished. It marked the end of the Voodoo Music Experience festival, but for me it also marked more: the end of the music festival season, and the end of the first part of the semester, prior to the mania of over a month of law school exam preparation. And as we settled in Sunday night to watch the final innings of the World Series, it marked the end of baseball season.

I would be lying if I said I was not a little bit glum to see the seasons end. (continue...)

Torturous Series

My friend AMC is a songwriter who recently married and moved to Boston where she is now studying at Berklee College of Music. She recently e-mailed me a few lyrics she started writing this week about being in Boston right now. Of course, with a caveat, as it’s still a work in progress :) The last verse goes like this:

Baseball riot
too much excitement for one night
won't get quiet
til the morning light
but you'll be glad to know I survived
despite the baseball riot, I'm alive

And of course, she hit it right on the head when she began her e-mail, “Sorry about your intense baseball jealousy.” (continue...)

Just Like That

I suppose the proper thing to do is to tip your cap to the Diamondbacks because they certainly played well. It wasn't just that the Cubs played feeble baseball--although they did. The Diamondbacks still had to capitalize--and capitalize they did. (continue...)

Little to Say

We know one thing for certain: the Diamondbacks can hit fastballs.

There is little to say, because there is a lot to say: the Cubs played poorly in numerous respects, and lost a critical game. The outlook is now very bleak. A sliver of hope remains, smaller even still in our heads than in our hearts. (continue...)

Out of Rhythm

It wasn’t the wrong move, exactly, pulling Zambrano after the sixth inning. There were plenty of reasons why—on paper—it was probably the right move. But at the time, it certainly felt to me like the wrong move even before it all went wrong.

Baseball is a game of rhythms, and last night, the Cubs stepped out of the rhythm of the game, I thought, a risk that wasn’t worth taking, and they paid the price. (continue...)

It Begins

I know I’m not the only fan around of both the Cubs and Radiohead who feels overwhelmed at our good fortune this week. The Cubs are in the playoffs. Radiohead has announced the release of a new album, In Rainbows. The last year these both of these things happened was 2003. This time around, though, it’s all different. The world is different. Our culture is different. Technology is different. Slightly, but still changed. Four years is a lot longer than four years sometimes, except sometimes it feels like it all just happened. (continue...)

The View From Wrigleyville


The Eye Of The Beerholder


Westside Wavelength