why I’ll still be a Phillies fan (from 574 miles away)
The Cincinnati Reds aren’t the worst team in all of baseball (San Francisco, San Diego, Washington and Seattle all have worse records), but they’re quickly destroying any enthusiasm I might have had for them. With my impending arrival just over three weeks away, they’ve traded outfielder Adam Dunn, who, along with Ken Griffey, Jr. (who at least I had a chance to see here in Philadelphia with the [mildly-inebriated] CPCW crew), leaving a lifeless shell of a team, and a few hot prospects (Edninson Volquez has a funny name, but he sure can pitch) … all of which means that, perhaps, there’ll be something to look forward to next year. Of course, this was supposed to be the year the Reds would become surprise contenders, but these sorts of situations never lend themselves to preciseness. Considering that I lived in Boston for two years, and the Red Sox won the World Series the year before I arrived and two months after I left, I don’t have high hopes for Cincinnati baseball.
And yes, I’ll soon be on the move, which is why updates here have been so sparse this summer (and why they’ll undoubtedly continue to be sparse for the next month or so). If you live in West Philly and have any spare boxes, I’ll gladly take them off your hands. Also, if you live in West Philly, enjoy it while you can … I’m trying to (even if the aroma of clove cigarettes and drum circle racket wafting over from the youth hostel a few doors down is making my departure seem a bit more welcome). This will be my third move in three years: a wearying process, which I’ll be glad to leave behind for a while.
More eventually. In the meantime, enjoy Rahsaan Roland Kirk, his stylophone, and his many strange saxophones:
Also, check out CAConrad’s account of a wonderful afternoon we spent paying tribute to Jonathan Williams at Bartram’s Gardens.
“All is well, practice kindness, heaven is nigh” - Jack Kerouac
