Sunday, January 30, 2022

Hot Stove League

 



Barry Bonds, Roger Clemmens, and -- local hero to some -- Sammy Sosa, had their last chance to get voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame on the regular ballot.  They didn't make it.  The steroid era is still despised. David Ortiz, the Red Sox's Big Poppy, was the only player who got in.  

That set off an email exchange with my great friend Gerry.  He says the players from the steroid era cheated the game and don't deserve a place in the Hall.  He referred to various sports sources who agree.

I hesitated, thought it over, listened to my favorite sports commentators, and decided: "Let them in."  My first thoughts were that drugs have been used so many times to create our corrupt society so why get all morally correct about this?  

Who is in the Hall is only a reflection of the times in which they were up for a vote.  Many members never faced competition from black players whose stats were many times stronger.

Finally, we are living in times where "unfair competition" infects every aspect of our lives.

It's so much fun to have these debates.  But it's no fun that baseball owners locked out the players.  Nothing has been resolved.  Spring training is supposed to start in weeks.

I want to talk about my White Sox!



Wednesday, January 19, 2022

A Lifetime in Fur

 



There's nothing that says "oldster" like a closet full of furs.  I think of them smiling as they say: "You think climate change has made us irrelevant, but we've still got a few more good years left."  Each one of my coats brings along a trip down memory lane.

My mother's designer mink jacket was an emblem of her hard earned success as a business woman.  The fluffy raccoon was sold to me for pennies when my great friend Beverly decided to go cloth. I'm so glad I have it, especially now that she's gone.  The one I reached for this morning was my sheared beaver.  I was proud when I bought it for myself as I was emerging as Joan Chandler.

I gave my black mink to my friend Margaret.  She loved it.  I wonder if she still wears it.  I was wearing my grey fox when Wilt Chamberlain smiled at me and said: "Nice jacket."

See what I mean?  Furs are a great source of warmth ... on our back and in our mind.



Monday, January 17, 2022

Memories of MLK


 

I went to hear him speak at the old Chicago Stadium. Men wearing trench coats and hats walked up and down the aisles taking pictures of us. We knew they were FBI. My good friend Chuck Markels went south to help register voters.  Later, he was one of the lawyers who drafted and fought for the Chicago fair housing law and scattered public housing.

We marched and sometimes we registered our presence on the sidelines.  We were proud of our stance.