She doesn’t talk about movies or books. She’s more into making beef stews and canning vegetables for the winter. I don’t think she even has a tv. She’s just from the country and never had one.
She would show up at the bar wearing a wet t-shirt and when it was time to go home and sleep it off; she would hold onto us like a buoy.
She could squeeze love from a cold, intellectual turn up. She was an elemental force roaming the Milwaukee night long before books and clever turns of phrases. I think she was a virgin too.
She was clear. We all knew what she liked; a basement of sealed fruits, a chicken roasting in the oven with vegetables caramelizing under the meat and Terminator 2. Yep, that was the one movie she insisted we watch; the one where Sarah Connor escapes the hospital.
She wasn’t very subtle. We preferred it that way; avoiding slippery people as much as possible. We got enough of those suckers swimming in limestone quarries north of Milwaukee in Cedarburg. It was kind of slimy in those PCB infested water, but we dared each other to jump so we did.
Lake Michigan’s water was much clearer. That’s where we loitered beside abandoned boat houses and swam all hours of the day; usually in old tennis shoes to protect our feet from the rocks. Easter Sunday 1987 was cold, but we had just witnessed the Brewers winning their 12th game in a row to start the season and we jumped into the Lake after the game; cold as a professor’s tit.
And the Brewers won game 82 last night and I took a bike ride beside the St. Lawrence River; clear as Lake Michigan and sort of the same water flowing from here to there; river to river emptying into great lakes into great lakes, My butt hurts after being on that bike, but Wily Peralta is a pain killer…13 strikeouts in 7 innings, 5 hits and 1 run allowed.
The Brewers have never finished a season with 82 wins and now they’re sitting on 82 with one game to go. In 2012 and 2007 and 1991 they won 83 games, but never has this team finished a season with 82 wins and that’s going all the way back to 1970.
Teams play 162 gme seasons nowadays. That began in 1961 and also in 1962. The American League expanded with the Los Angeles Angels and the Washington Senators for the 1961 season and added 8 games to the schedule; bouncing the season total up from 154 to 162. Wikipedia makes me sound so knowitable.
The following year when the New York Mets and Houston Colt 45’s were added to the National League, 8 more games were also added to them senior circuit team’s schedules.
One thing I’ve noticed about people who are not really baseball fans and don’t even pretend to be interested by it. They all eventually say…damn that season is long!
Turns level-headed scientists into schmaltzy romantics; waxing on and on about baseball beginning in spring with the resurrection of plant species and slips into endless boring summer and curtains closing autumn’s death dance.
But what about people living in Flagstaff or Shreveport or Mendocino? What about alligator kiosks along the Tamiami Trail? There is no wax poetic. There’s just baseball 365 days a year.