“And I don’t understand why I sleep all day And
I start to complain that there’s no rain.”—— Blind Melon
Chill. Keep your head on straight.
I never did like “Catcher In The Rye.” It wasn’t the worst book I’ve ever read. It just wasn’t this amazing, life changing, thought provoking, seminal experience of my youth…And everyone told me it would be.
I’ve never fallen in love with soccer or the X-Games, and I’m not too excited about seeing the latest remakes of “Carrie” or “Robocop.” I don’t want to see something old redone again. The original is great because it’s an original. Something that hadn’t been seen before, something that didn’t, or doesn’t, come along every day.
I don’t want to see a remake and I don’t want anyone selling me something awful while trying to tell me it’s great at the same time.
So if this current Dodger playoff run is long or short, I’m going to enjoy it for what it is and not try to compare it to something it’s not.
So chill. Stay rational.
Case in point stop trying to tell me that Clayton Kershaw and Zack Greinke are a modern day lefty-righty equivalent of Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale. I like these guys, but really?
Before I declare Greinke the next Drysdale how about if we see if he’s the next Tim Belcher?
Don’t intimate me that the injured, limping, Andre Ethier could be the 2013 playoff version of Kirk Gibson.
Gibson? I’ll settle for Ethier being a Jay Johnstone or Rick Monday. Gibson? Let’s not start playing the score from “The Natural” just yet.
It’s only been 25 years since the Dodgers won their last World Series. They won it in 1988 against the Oakland A’s. I can remember holding hands in front of the TV with my future wife and friends as Gibson came out of the dugout to face Dennis Eckersley.
I was working on deadline at the college newspaper offices when they held off Oakland in game four. That night I walked down the hall of the main building with the score written on a piece of paper for my classmates to read through the windows.
It’s fun, it’s nostalgic to look back, but that was 1988 not 1908. It’s beautiful, it’s great but we can talk with perspective about this Dodger team. We’re not like Chicago Cubs fans whose ancestors last saw them win the World Series four years before the Titanic sank.
We’re cool…So let’s be cool. Let’s stay sober.
You know what happens when you start talking glory, destiny, and comparatively about greatness past?
You jinx your team!
See, I’m perfectly rational.
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