Monday, October 22, 2018

The World Serious

One more series to go in what's been a vastly entertaining baseball season.

One of the things I love most about baseball is its constancy all season long -- one can always tune in to a game. And if one has the radio package, one can tune in to the likes of Milwaukee's Bob Uecker or Cleveland's Tom Hamilton or Chicago's Pat Hughes.

Or to the very best radio guy ever, our own National Treasure, New York's Howie Rose. And his sidekick Josh Lewin.

BUT. Neither the Mets nor the Cubs nor the Indians nor the Brewers is in this final series, so we'll have to settle for Boston's Joe Castiglione. We've been listing to Joe Castig all season long -- Mistah's Red Sox have won the radio wars around here this summer -- and I've gotten used to him, but he's still terrible. Legendary Vin Scully retired as the Dodgers radio announcer last year after 67 years -- I mean, c'mon Vin. You didn't have one more year in you? Your team is in the World Series! -- so maybe I can convince Mistah to check out LA's young Joe Davis for a game or two. Or at least an inning or two . . . Or wait, maybe he's the tv guy? Evidence is confusing and inconclusive.

Well, there's only one way to find out. Tomorrow night. World Series 2018, Game One.

The Boston Red Sox . . .

. . . versus the Los Angeles Dodgers.

I can't wait to hear who sings the National Anthem.

Play Ball!!


Dawnie said...

Wait, what's so terrible about Joe Castiglione? His voice has been heard in our home for decades with nary a single bad note. We love our Joe.

Me, You, or Ellie said...

Just spoiled by perfection, Dawnie. Just spoiled by perfection . . .