Here's some more fall color for you. I took both of these on our second Home Depot run of the day on Saturday to get supplies for resetting the stones on the walkway and making pebble steps down to the screen porch. Today we took the dock in so I guess summer is really over. It has been unseasonably pleasantly warm most of this month. Global warming at work for us.
I often watch football on TV, but never baseball. So I watched a few innings recently since a lot of people here follow the Red Sox. Baseball is all about the tension of waiting, and so it's about faces. The camera studies the face of the pitcher, backs up and studies the coil of the batter, moves to the gangster sneer of the manager, then to the palsied cipher of the coach tapping and slapping himself, a syndrome in any other world. Since it's about waiting, it's about chewing and the protocol of spitting, and the rituals of cap and jersy adjustments. The cast of characters is more international than football. Half of them are named Rodriquez. Two pitchers are Japanese ("Dice K" say the signs in the stands for Daisuke Matsuzaka and people wear headbands with the rising sun), and the Ellsbury, the Indian, has a face that would be more at home in a cricket match. It seems that the players take care to give themselves distintive beards like actors. After a couple of cycles of the batting rotation, the faces are the simple familiar characters in a graphic novel. I think I'll watch a bit of the World Series.
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