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About IdahoBert

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  • Birthday 01/27/1952

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    Boise, Idaho

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    Tigers, German Idealism

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  1. I am at a low ebb about baseball. In the greater order of things it doesn’t excite me that much right now. I’ve also taken up ant farming and it’s far more time-consuming than I expected.
  2. Good luck to whoever does it. Or is it “whomever?” Like Muhammad Ali I’ve retired and come back I think twice and I can’t take any more hits. I can’t even remember how many times I’ve come back.
  3. Oh I thought you were making a more substantial critique than simply comparing infers and implies. My mistake.
  4. When something “inheres“ it is a substantial or permanent feature of something asserting objective being as opposed to “implying” which is subjective and refers to something which may or may not be the case.
  5. In the American psyche baseball has long stood for something noble, sometimes something even holy, attaining a certain pride of place in the iconography of how we make sense of ourselves and grasp for something beyond the mundane even though it’s always been — for the most part — a mere commercial enterprise. A change such as this is an even greater intrusion of the mundane into baseball’s trans-mundane space and it reduces baseball to something still more common. I enjoy the thrills and all the other stuff that goes with this game as much as anyone but I like the scent of frankincense that inheres in the game and which infers that it’s something greater than it appears to be more than I like a spectacle.
  6. It’s the difference between being merely entertained and being edified.
  7. “We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win.“ — JFK
  8. It’s a slackers wet dream. It deflates the sense of accomplishment achieved when you overcome great odds to gain the highest prize. There will be little warrant in feeling this great when you get to the top of this hill that used to be a mountain.
  9. It’s like starting up Mount Everest 50 yards from the summit.
  10. And everybody gets cupcakes for breakfast every morning, they all get participation ribbons, and Oprah gives all of them a new car. You would think that a grueling 162- game schedule could be enough to separate the wheat from the chaff. But instead teams that score a 50% all semester are just as worthy as teams that get 90% because you can make it all up on the final.
  11. I think the accusation that all Indians fans are subhuman is an expression of a fascist ideology of genocide and eliminationism that is — unfortunately — in boastful resurgence today. I lived in Tucson where the Indians had their spring training and I went to their games frequently over 13 years, 1974-1987. They were the most uninspiring team. So uninspiring that I don’t remember ever having met a genuine Indians fan or ever seeing an Indians cap on anyone’s head in the stands. I didn’t get the feeling it was worth the effort for people to come all the way from Cleveland to Tucson just so they could watch their terrible team play amidst palm trees instead of in their dank and horrible stadium. I don’t remember ever having the sense that in the city that hosted the Indians for spring training for something like 50 years there was a single fan of Indians other than one grounds keeper you would see on occasion wearing an Indians cap. But I remember meeting Bob Feller and he was a good guy and he gave me a baseball. I remember sitting next to Joe Garagiola in the stands and he pointed out Herb Score to me. When Frank Robinson was the manager he autographed a baseball card for me. I remember before a game seeing a young Cory Snyder in his crisp white stainless home uniform — which after the game would be filthy because of how hard he played the game — having a picnic lunch with his incredibly proud parents under a palm tree at Hi Corbett Field. I remember meeting the most breathtaking Baseball Annie on earth waiting for players on the practice fields and realizing she was the most perfect human being who ever lived. There are enough Indian fans who are real baseball fans I am certain they would never suffer the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah where God could not find even one righteous person in their midst. There are enough stainless hearts and stainless moments associated with the Cleveland Indians for me to assert they represent baseball as well as anyone else and that the pox of their 72-year drought deserves to end.
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