Last night’s game seven was the first baseball game in years that I actually sat down and watched with interest in years. Maybe since the last time the Astros had a chance. Anyway, I was very glad when the Angels won.
But then they cut away to the Giants’ dugout and there was this little black kid, couldn’t have been more than four years old, crying his eyes out. Looked just like Mr. Freshpants in a baseball outfit. That took a lot of the joy away from it for me.