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Today is Jackie Robinson Day. Respect.
I have the worst case of athlete's foot ever. I think it's infected. Half of my foot is red and extremely painful. It feels like a bad bruise and I'm limping everywhere I go.
In my History and Literature of Baseball class, we have to read a book called The Glory of Their Times. It's amazing. A guy went around in the 1960s and interviewed old school ballplayers from the first 3-4 decades of the 20th century, then wrote a chapter for each in their own words. At the beginning of each chapter, the author quotes something, usually referencing the player interviewed in the chapter. One of the players is named Willie Kamm. He was sold by the semipro San Francisco Seals to the Chicago White Sox in the major leagues for a then-record sum of $100,000. The quote for Kamm's chapter is a poem a Seals fan wrote him when he/she found out Kamm had been sold.
Now Mister Willie Kamm, you don't know who I am,
But that needn't make a bit of diff to you,
For I'm just a common fan, tho' I do the best I can,
And I always root for everything you do.
I like to see you play, in that easy graceful way,
Which doesn't seem to bother you at all,
If a batter pops a fly, way up high into the sky,
It's a cinch that batter's out, and that is all.
When you swing that ashen stick, very hard and very quick,
And the ball lands in the bleachers for a tally,
Or when it's hit-and-run, right there begins the fun,
For I know it's gonna start a winning rally.
Now it's no make-believe that we hate to see you leave,
For we'll miss you, yes we'll miss you every day,
For we like you, Willie boy, and it takes away our joy,
Just to think that we'll no longer see you play.
It's hard to say good-bye, and I feel as tho I'll cry,
Notwithstanding that the best of friends must part,
So wherever you do play, in that easy graceful way,
You will always have a warm place in my heart.
--Just an Ordinary Fan (84 years old)
On the note of school, I'm burnt out. So burnt out. Even though I've been having a blast this semester, the amount of schoolwork is getting to me. Correction: It has already gotten to me. I feel like I've been in an endless cycle of reading and writing for the past 3 months. I need a break. Even during spring break, I've been reading and writing. I want to relax and watch baseball games and fights and read the books that interest me. (Although some of my assigned reading this semester has been fantastic; others have been dreadful.) Five more weeks of hell, and then the sun comes out.
I have the worst case of athlete's foot ever. I think it's infected. Half of my foot is red and extremely painful. It feels like a bad bruise and I'm limping everywhere I go.
In my History and Literature of Baseball class, we have to read a book called The Glory of Their Times. It's amazing. A guy went around in the 1960s and interviewed old school ballplayers from the first 3-4 decades of the 20th century, then wrote a chapter for each in their own words. At the beginning of each chapter, the author quotes something, usually referencing the player interviewed in the chapter. One of the players is named Willie Kamm. He was sold by the semipro San Francisco Seals to the Chicago White Sox in the major leagues for a then-record sum of $100,000. The quote for Kamm's chapter is a poem a Seals fan wrote him when he/she found out Kamm had been sold.
Now Mister Willie Kamm, you don't know who I am,
But that needn't make a bit of diff to you,
For I'm just a common fan, tho' I do the best I can,
And I always root for everything you do.
I like to see you play, in that easy graceful way,
Which doesn't seem to bother you at all,
If a batter pops a fly, way up high into the sky,
It's a cinch that batter's out, and that is all.
When you swing that ashen stick, very hard and very quick,
And the ball lands in the bleachers for a tally,
Or when it's hit-and-run, right there begins the fun,
For I know it's gonna start a winning rally.
Now it's no make-believe that we hate to see you leave,
For we'll miss you, yes we'll miss you every day,
For we like you, Willie boy, and it takes away our joy,
Just to think that we'll no longer see you play.
It's hard to say good-bye, and I feel as tho I'll cry,
Notwithstanding that the best of friends must part,
So wherever you do play, in that easy graceful way,
You will always have a warm place in my heart.
--Just an Ordinary Fan (84 years old)
On the note of school, I'm burnt out. So burnt out. Even though I've been having a blast this semester, the amount of schoolwork is getting to me. Correction: It has already gotten to me. I feel like I've been in an endless cycle of reading and writing for the past 3 months. I need a break. Even during spring break, I've been reading and writing. I want to relax and watch baseball games and fights and read the books that interest me. (Although some of my assigned reading this semester has been fantastic; others have been dreadful.) Five more weeks of hell, and then the sun comes out.