It is our first heavy rain day of the season. A real soaker, as they say. Last night was the perfect time for a pennant race game, and our younger daughter, her boyfriend and a friend of theirs came over, we watched, we cheered, we ate crackers and cheese and drank beer, we bit our nails, we reminded ourselves it was just a game, that did no good whatsoever, and the luck was with us and the pennant cinched. It was gratifying. We were exhausted, as if we'd been running around the bases instead of sitting like lumps.
So today, we could sit in the kitchen and read the sports page with something akin to ecstasy. I read the same basic facts in two papers. Double your pleasure, double your fun. And part of it is definitely the groupness of the whole thing. Everyone here is happy at the same time about the same thing. I we ALL want to escape the dreadful campaigning and candidates and outrageous spending and lack of decent choices. We normally complain about how much baseball players make. But it's small potatoes next to what candidates spend. And since the Supremes have decided we can let billions go down the toilet in the name of free enterprise or democracy or the right to torture innocent voters with embarrassing images and infantile tactics, there is no stopping this train until it reaches the station.
Don't mind me if I tune out. Otherwise, the shame of what our elections have become would just wipe me out.
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