Sawx-Celts

I am a little distracted this morning. Game 7s have a unique magic. Or is it otherwise known as nerve dancing jitters flying around the room with an irritating buzz like tinkerbell ‘s evil twin? Is there some way that the electricity of Youkilis-Pedroia could be lent to the Celtics? Kobe leads the other team (mentioning them by name here is like saying Macbeth inside a theater . .doom ensues), but the game isn’t won by one player. Pretty obvious. When the Celtics bench played its best, there was no stopping them. The bench always wins. Could there be a louder charge at Fenway this season than Daniel Nava’s grand slam? Off the bench, around the bases and onto the top step for a curtain call.

But back to this morning. Back to the moment, even with the anticipation of game 7, we can linger in our faith.We can linger in Lesteration (see previous entries for a definition), even as Lester may have had a necessary shifting approach with more change-ups. We might celebrate Moyer’s effort against the Yankees.

One of the great pleasures of the game for me is knowing a hitter’s home run swing and the angle of his head as the ball leaves the bat, with the follow through that signals nothing else but a home run. As difficult as it is to know each tic of Youk’s stance, the long ball is beautifully apparent. For some reason it was hard not to think of the 4-homer sequence against the Yankees in 2007. Each shot over the monster was definitive. I don’t have to mention that Manny was in that quartet. Manny. Manny.

But back to the morning here in Asbury Park. The new issue of Poetry Magazine arrived and has a short essay by basketball coach John Wooden. (I won’t mention his team by name.) Clearly, as monthly publications go, the editors decided to publish this many months before he died. He writes about how he always used poetry when coaching his players. In the New York Times obituary, the writers( Frank Litsky and John Branch) say that Wooden was a “dignified, scholarly man who spoke with the precise language of the English teacher he once was.” In his pocket, he carried a note from his father, which offered a good dose of wisdom.
“Make each day a masterpiece” was one part. “Pray for guidance, and count and give thanks for your blessings every day,” is the last line.

Ok, Coach. It might not goes so well, but I’ll give it try.

Is 9:00 pm as far off as it looks? Never mind. THANK YOU KEVIN. BOTH OF YOU.

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2 comments

  1. crzblue2

    We are so lucky and blessed in LA that we had Chick Hearn, John Wooden and that we still have Vin Scully. BTW, Vin will be in Boston Friday night to broadcast the Dodger game back here in LA. I am leaving tonight to Boston. Can’t wait to see my boys in Blue play at Fenway! In the meantime, GO LAkers!

    Emma
    http://crzblue.mlblogsc.om

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