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the broken script

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Stray fortune cookie strips are hard to read from a standing position. Maybe if you were a midget or a toddler new to walking, it would be lower to the ground easier.

There must be thousands of abandoned fortune cookie strips strewn across the world, and probably none in China unless the wind made it happen. I’ve never been to China, but I don’t think fortune cookies even exist there. Either way, I like fortunes set free from cookies and human hands.

They are like messages in bottles I’ve never found; not yet anyway. They are like people mumbling to themselves not on cell phones; random monologues that may or may not make sense with the conversation going on in my head and your head. I force the issue and find room for whatever stray words I hear or find.

It’s a simple double dutch jump rope game; two kids twirling a rope on opposite ends with a third kid studying the rhythm as it twirls round round and round and when the moment is right, entering the twister of strings and dancing like those ropes aren’t even there.

double dutch; wikipedia

double dutch; wikipedia

The everywhere stray words gathered together are the ropes and as the day unfolds, there’s a game to make sense of it all or roll with the no sense of it all and if lucky, make up little songs to go with the movement.

I took a walk Sunday morning by the old port of Montreal. The tourists were already in full bloom; the kids crying on a parent’s shoulder and the parents regretting the plane ride, hotel and restaurant fees and probably having kids at all.

I watched as the parents became kids; pinned down by their own expectations; crying and whining themselves and saying things like “that’s all the thanks we get?”

It was a first inning rally blues for the pitcher; a bad omen for the Brewer’s Matt Garza. And he did look terrible in the first inning Sunday against the Yankees. The only pitch he could throw for a strike was a very flat fastball and he paid for it; a pair of walks and a pair of doubles and in a blink down 3-0. The day was barely an embryo and already covered in bruises and regret.

But Garza didn’t roll over and die. He didn’t let the life drain from his face and arm. He let the child empty its whine bucket; the dissonance of the day. He took a deep breath and tried the same damn curve ball, because Matt Garza is limited. He doesn’t possess 11 varieties of fastballs and three types of curves.  He can’t adjust. So he repeats and hopes for the best. The kids stopped crying.

Garza settled down. His curve ball dropped in for strikes; on the corners. The Brewers rallied back, took the lead, The Yankees tied the game. The Brewers took the lead again and needed just one more out; one more strike to win the game and the series. Francisco Rodriguez was the pitcher and so far this season, he’d been perfect; no earned runs and 15 saves in 15 save opportunities.

The count went full on Mark Teixeira. The crowd was on their feet. K-Rod let loose a change-up as he tends to do and Teixeira waited back long enough, lunged with one hand, but generated more than  enough power send the ball over the right field fence at Miller Park. Game tied.

I was pissed, but still smiled because everyone at the game and the rest of us in tv or radio land visualized this happening. It’s the worst case scenario every fan must endure, but dramatically beautiful anyway. And when the ball clears the fence and the game continues, a sense of relief overcomes us. Thank goodness K-Rod didn’t walk the lead off batter.

Teixeira won the predictable battle with power, but there was still the bottom of the ninth. Time for the not so predictable to hijack the game’s destiny. Rickie Weeks hit a broken bat ground ball down the first base line. Apparently, it was a fair ball. This was not a play that could be reviewed.

The ball ricocheted off the lower box seats in foul territory and back onto the playing field. Weeks was standing on second with a one out double. He advanced on a spiked curve wild pitch and scored the winning run on Mark Reynolds solid single just out of the third baseman’s reach.

Frankie Rodriguez gets credited with both a blown save and his first win of the season. The kid crying at the old port is probably enjoying hamburger and french fries.

Final score; Brewers 5, Yankees 4. The Brewers take the series 2 games to 1 and now have a record of 24-14.

 

 

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Author: Steve Myers

I grew up in Milwaukee and have been a Milwaukee Brewers baseball fan for as long as I can remember.

2 thoughts on “the broken script

  1. Fortune cookies (we don’t have them here) always remind me of Cato Fong posing as a geisha.

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