One of my favorite books is one titled What Were They Thinking? The 100 Dumbest Events in Television History by David Hofstede, written in 2004. The book ranks (in his own order) the 100 worst moments on television. I find books with lists (100 Best, 20 worst, etc) like potato chips-there is no reason for them to exist, but one you start in on them, you can't stop. The book is addictive, at some points laugh-out-loud funny. I like a lot of the stuff he wrote, but disagree with his rankings. Just...

One of the things I wanted to be when I was younger was a baseball player. I realize I am no different than any kid at that age, but I had an unusual way of going about working on my ambition-by fantasizing about what a great major leaguer I was going to be someday. I was always undersized, so I dreamed of one day being a hustling, peppery second baseman like Nellie Fox, the King of Hustling Pepper. The thing is, I never did anything about it. Oh, I played softball in grammar school-was the first...

I have a very active fantasy life. I come up with scenarios, plots, characters, stories, dialogues, monologues, etc. One might think this is a good thing-that kind of life means one is creative. Well, it has worked to my detriment. I have never been able to meld any of my stories, plots, etc. into any kind of cohesive whole-just bits here and pieces there. I did sit down and try a few times, but quickly lost patience. Don't know why, I guess it is because I am well aware of how many writers try...

Game 7 lineups:

1969 Cubs
Don Kessinger, SS
Glenn Beckert, 2B
Billy Williams, LF
Ron Santo, 3B
Ernie Banks, 1B
Jim Hickman, RF
Randy Hundley, C
Don Young, CF
Ferguson Jenkins, P

1964 White Sox
Jim Landis, CF
Don Buford, 2B
Floyd Robinson, LF
Pete Ward, 3B
Bill Skowron, 1B
Mike Hershberger, RF
Ron Hansen, SS
JC Martin, C
Joe Horlen, P

The White Sox...

And so it came down to...Game 7. For all, do you hear me ALL of the marbles...the 1969 Chicago Cubs versus the 1964 Chicago White Sox. Two teams, one city. Both coming close to the Promised Land of the pennant. Both falling just short. BOTH locked in mortal, blood combat-Gladiators in the arena, Soldiers on the battlefield, Bareknuckled brawlers in the ring, Gangs on a rumble, the Jets and Sharks in a sissy-slap fight...
Two teams-one memorialized in songs, plays, poems, books, rhapsodies,...