Posted in Ohio, sports, tagged All-Star Game, Cincinnati Reds, Cleveland Indians, Major League Baseball, Ohio, Pete Rose, Ray Fosse, sports on June 12, 2012 |
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The Tribe has played a few inter-league games so far this year, but the blood-and-guts games really start tonight, when the Tribe squares off against the Cincinnati Reds at Great American Ballpark. I’m hoping that the Indians beat the snot out of the Cincinnati squad.
I’ve always disliked the Reds due to one incident: Pete Rose’s decision to bowl over the Indians’ Ray Fosse in the 1970 All-Star Game. Rose scored the winning run and added to his legend as a tough, all-out player, and in the process he wrecked Fosse’s shoulder. Fosse — who was my favorite player — was never the same again. I recognize that players will play to win, but I always thought Rose’s decision to smash into Fosse, rather than trying to slide, was a grandstand play that had no place in an all-star game.
I suppose Rose got his comeuppance when his gambling habits got him banned from baseball, but I still like to see the Tribe avenge Ray Fosse and spank the Redlegs whenever they play.
This year the games between the teams should be a pretty even match-up. The teams sport identical 32-27 records and are both in the thick of the races for the lead in their respective divisions. The all-time series is pretty even, too, with the Tribe leading 39-36. Let the Battle For Ohio begin!
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Posted in Family, Reflections, tagged Death, Family, Gardening, house and grounds, Life and Death, Nature, Reflections, Trees on June 12, 2012 |
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We used to have two pear trees in the middle of the arced flower beds around our patio. They were the same kind of trees, planted at the same time. Some years ago one of them was taken down by a storm. Two years ago the other one began to split in two and had to be chopped down, leaving us with no shade and two stumps in our flower bed where we now perch flower pots.
The first tree that fell just died. It left a stump and roots behind, but they promptly began to rot away and now break apart easily into spongy shards when nicked by a shovel. The other tree, however, refuses to give up the ghost. Two years later, it still clings to life as best it can, sending up dozens of leafy shoots from its rock hard roots. The shoots grow up among the flowers and through the shrubs framing the rear of the flower bed, and because they are harming the shrubs and interfering with the flowers, I snip them all off at ground level — and then, a month or two later, I do the same thing over again.
As this process has repeated itself I’ve developed a grudging respect for this feisty tree that refuses to accept its unfortunate fate. Now I feel somewhat guilty when I take out my clipper and cut down the shoots. I guess some trees, like some people, are just more stubborn than others.
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