Going to see the Mets today at Citifield with my elderly baseball-loving (baseball loving? baseballloving?) parents. We are all fans of this great game (greatgame? great-game?). My great-grandfather (gg? g g?) threw a near no-hitter at the Buchenwald Baseball Center. Rumor has it that the Führer himself, sporting number eins on his uniform, went “oppo” and hit a soft liner over second to break it up. He was likely motivated by the chin music he heard at the previous at bat. Little known fact – a very dense matzoh ball and a baseball share a remarkable number of physical properties. I will likely eat food today that will cause me to miss an inning or two. Which reminds me why I spend more on toilet paper than I do on food.
For those at the game – no comments on my hat unless earnestly positive. It is of the Fedora species and was purchased in haste on the streets of Venice after a wicked head-based sunburn. 10 euros which could be $1000, don’t know. Did not negotiate due to fear and my overtly Jewish features that would feed the stereotype. Keeping receipt.
