Padres Win!

Last night our much loved San Diego Padres won the National League  Western Division Championship vs the heavily favored Los Angeles Dodgers. This week they now move on to face the Philadelphia Phillies in the National League Championship series. The National League Champions will then move on to the World Series starting October 28.

This is particularly bittersweet for me a long time Padres fan. The reason I say this is because one of our most beloved bloggers and a much loved friend of mine, Anne Marie in Philly, and I both shared our love of baseball. We would support each other when one of our teams was facing a particular rival and we would poke sarcastic fun at each other when our teams faced each other. Never once in our friendship did our teams end up playing each other for a championship spot.

I dreamed of one day flying into Philly and surprising her with tickets to a Padres vs Phillies game and had hoped to actually plan a trip to do so when Covid happened. Unfortunately we lost our beloved Anne Marie in Philly the next spring after that Covid summer and I never got to make the trip.

I dedicate this post to her. This is a moment in time that we both only dreamed of, I sure wish we could share it together. I will attend every game that I can of the series here in San Diego in her honor. I will be rooting for my team, not hers, but I know she will be looking down on us and rooting for her team from the other side.

To her I say “ Congrats Anne Marie, our teams made it! May the best team win!”

… oh and Anne Marie, I sure do miss you.

A post dedicated to Anne Marie in Philly

After a player’s strike delay Baseball season officially started this week, and now I’m writing a post that I can honestly say that I don’t really want to write.

You see at this time every year Anne Marie and I would start a banter back and forth as to which of our teams would win this year. She was a lifetime Phillies fan and I, a more recent convert to baseball, a newbie Padres fan. Both of our teams are National League teams and therefore would play each other twice during the regular season, one stand at each home stadium. We would always be hopeful that this would be the year for our team, in hopes that we may each receive a postseason playoff berth. For most of the seasons we wouldn’t get to see our teams advance further than the regular season.

A dream of mine was to one summer fly out to Philly and take her to a game. Get us really good seats on the field above her Phillies’ dugout. I could just hear her voicing her opinion at the players as well as the flirty comments about their looks and physical qualities. I actually had started to stake out last season’s summer to try and see if I could surprise her, as long as this Covid crap would allow it.

Then unfortunately late last spring that day came when I looked down and saw Todd’s name come up on my phone. My heart sank as I knew there was only one reason Todd would be calling me on my cell phone. I answered with caution. The news was as bad as I thought it would be. I would never get to take Anne Marie to that Phillies game, at least not in person.

Instead I will take the force of The Warrior Queen with me to baseball games in my heart. My eyes weep as I write this. She loved her Phillies as she loved the city of Philly itself. She loved Todd and her cats and her blogger buddies as much as she loved to wholeheartedly express her opinion and to stand up for what was right.

Unfortunately for us I can no longer share this blog post about his beloved wife with Todd either. I got that text on February 4 of this year from Anne Marie’s hometown blogger buddy Mistress Maddie. Todd had joined the love of his life on the other side. Todd adored Anne Marie. I was fortunate enough to see the two of them together and the love that man had in his eyes for The Warrior Queen was a love that only the most blessed among us get to experience.

Fortunately for them they are together. Godspeed my friends, for one day I will take Anne Marie to that Padres vs. Phillies game. Just instead of in Philly, that game will be on the other side.

Hey Anne Marie…it’s time for the two words we all love to hear…

PLAY BALL!

 

John Fogerty – Centerfield – 1985

Beard of the day

No Hitter Beard

Joe Musgrove, second from left and a San Diego native, threw the first no hitter in the San Diego Padres 53 year history as an MLB team in more than 8,000 Padre games on 4/09/2020. His catcher, Victor Caratini all the way to the right, caught for the last pitcher who threw a no hitter in the MLB last September 13, 2020 as a Chicago Cub making him the first catcher ever to catch two consecutive MLB no hitters for two different ball clubs.

Opening Day 2021!

It’s finally here after a partial season lost to empty stadiums, opening day 2021 at Petco Park in fabulous sunny San Diego California.

Fearsome and I are elated even though we will not be in attendance. We have opening day tickets, as we are season ticket holders and California is allowing 20% attendance at this stage of the pandemic, but due to my surgery the better half and our seat mate Greg will be attending. Fearsome and I will watch from home. Soon enough we will get to go.

Until then, Go Padres!

John Fogerty – Centerfield – 1985

The best day of every year

Major League Baseball Opening Day.

This is what a national holiday should be.

Every year, like every at bat, is a clean slate with no idea what’s going to happen.

I fell in love with baseball accidentally when my dear friend, and man crush at the time, Clayton took me to my first San Diego Padres game back in 1997. It was a day game and he bought me a field level ticket right behind first base. Our first baseman at the time was his man crush,  Ryan Klesko.

At first sight it was the handsome Ryan Klesko’s muscular ass that had my attention. By the end of the game I was in awe that I had lived into my early 30s having never discovered the timing, the preciseness, the skill, the sportsmanship, the timing, the patience, the fun and the sheer luck that is baseball.

I was sold.

Best. Game. Ever.

Today marks my San Diego Padres 50th year as a major league team.

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Go Padres!

The elusive cycle

One of the rarest occurances in baseball hitting for the cycle. Hitting for the cycle is simply one player hitting a single, a double, a triple and a home run all in one game. Hitting for the cycle has only occurred 307 times in the history of Major Legue baseball since the first recorded in 1882. A feat more rare than a cycle is a no hitter. A no hitter is a pitcher completing a full 9 innings without the opposing team achieving a single hit which has only occurred  289 times in MLB history. The perfect game (no hitter ever even reaches a base)  has only been achieved 23 times in MLB history with the rarest occurance being hitting for the cycle in perfect order only happening 14 times.

This happened Tuesday:

Wil Myers landed The Padres their second cycle in Padres history. He hit a single, a double, a home run and finally, at his 8th inning fourth at bat, a triple. The triple is that hardest one out of the four to get.

I love baseball. I love the ability for a player to have a fresh start each and every time a bat is picked up.

The cycle is quite the achievement. Think about it. In most games a player only gets 4 at bats or 5 tops. Many games a player will have not even achieve one hit in a game much less four. Consider that in 140 years of Major Legue baseball more than 210,000 games have been played with  at least 9 hitters (more than 1,890,00 total) getting an average of 4 at bats…that’s more than 7,560,000 at bats.

Congratulations Wil Myers on cycle #308.

Baseball truly is a field of dreams. One must dream the dream first and then it will come. It will.

An opening day win and one amazing remake

Wow! What a game. Back and forth scores, multiple home runs and even an opposing team (SF Giants) grand slam and our Beloved Padres eeked out a 7-6 win over San Fransisco’s Giants. It was a down to the wire fun to watch nail biter! In other words a well matched good game. Baseball, at its best!

Opening day National Anthem

Fearsome and his opening day posse at Petco Park

After our return home we settle into bed to find out that Pentanonix just posted one fucking incredible remake of one of Rock Music’s best classics.

Wow, just wow! …oh yeah if you even slightly enjoyed Queen, this will be so worth your time.

Opening Day

Baseball.

Today marks our beloved San Diego Padres home opener.

Opening day is a day of dreams, hopes, beginnings, the smell of a freshly cut grass and irresistable scents of barbecue, hotdogs, popcorn and those damn garlic fries.

Our Padres aren’t expected to do much this year. The team is very young, inexperienced and some say “experimental”. In baseball this doesn’t really matter. Each game and each at bat is a new beginning.

As is Fearsome’s want, we continue our tradition of posting John Fogerty’s Centerfield to mark the monumentous occiasion and local holiday of Opening Day!

Yes …we will be there. We wouldn’t miss such an occiasion. We love baseball.

Small world, big planet

Or is it a big world, small planet?

I do love travel and have been many places. I have many more to see. Of recent my travels are all domestic to areas I frequent. That’s ok, more exotic places will come later.

Last November I wrote about my observations as people boarded the plane walking past my seat. That post turned into two. I still find it quite interesting the interactions, travels and movement of our species. I also find intriguing the exchange of information, possesions and currency.

I’m sorry to inform those who want to close borders, stay small, prevent movement and exchange. I’m sorry to give you the news that you fear. This is humanity. We are one. We move, share, give, enrich, enlighten and experience each other as one world. We have for centuries, we do today and we will continue. Humanity.

Today I sit by a pool in Ft. Lauderdale with mates from Atlanta, Detriot, Calgary, Seattle, Vancouver, Germany and Mexico. Laughter permeates the air. Strangers and friends. Familiar and foreign.

Today my tickets sold, Major Legue Baseball All Star Game tickets.

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Being a Padres Season ticket holder allowed me to obtain these. My seat mate Greg and I planned to actually attend but life happens. He has parental responsibilities, I have shoulder surgery. We listed them on Stub-Hub and while I sat by the pool the tickets sold. They sold to someone in Quebec. Yes while relaxing with new international friends by a pool in South Florida my All Star tickets in San Diego sold via the Internet to a buyer in Canada.

Build bridges, not walls.

…..oh don’t let me forget….Happy Canada Day!

Turn your magic on

From the wisdom interwoven in the lyrics of my earlier post featuring Coldplay’s Adventure of a Lifetime I reminisce about the wonders of my own life. I sit in awe of the gifts, blessings and love that I’ve received and experienced in this blip of time that is my life.

Back in high school I dated a girl named Julie. Julie lived in a big beautiful split level up on Round Hill. Round Hill was a neighborhood where the rich kids lived that attended my high school. After climbing the stairs up to the front door and taking in the amazing view I rang the bell and her bear of a father answered the door. He was a jolly man who was just checking out the young man who was about to take his daughter out in a 1966 Mustang with the top down. The living room was massive and had a view of the whole city below from the bay window. As we drove away I remember thinking one day, maybe one day…

I remember my my first trip to Ft. Lauderdale Florida in 1984. My first lover, Tim, and I went to visit a friend Chris from our hometown. Chris had moved there and was enthusiastic about his new home in the tropical paradise that is South Florida. Chris gave us the tour and showed us all the highlights. Emblazoned in my memory was him pointing out the beach condos and boasting about the handsome prices they brought. I remember thinking to myself as we drove by one day, maybe one day…

Shortly after moving into our little rental in San Diego I was out for a walk with my two dogs familiarizing myself with the neighborhood. We had just moved here from Seattle and rented a fixer of a little house. By accident that little house just happened to be in one of San Diego’s best and priciest neighborhoods. We somehow had just rented the least expensive home in an incredible neighborhood. The homes were stunningly beautiful, historic and stately. As I walked down one of the quaint streets I saw one on a hill. It was a classic California craftsman on a hill that just seemed to speak to me. I remember thinking one day, maybe one day…

Back in 1998 my cute new buddy Clayton took me to my first Major League Baseball game, a Padres game. He parked us in seats right on the field behind first base. I had never been interested in pro ball, much less baseball, yet suddenly I was a fan. A big fan, I was sold. I started attending games regularly. I told myself one day, what if one day…

We, the Better Half and I, work hard. We dream. We act. We give. We appreciate. We love. Sure sometimes the shit hits the fan. The shit only becomes a problem if we focus on it. As long as we look beyond the shit and focus on the important end goal, things happen. Good things happen.

As I write this I sit in my seat watching the Padres play. My season ticket seat, my seat I’ve had for years field level right above first base at Petco Park. Later I’ll drive home to my house, that very same Calfornia craftsman that seemed to speak to me on my walk that day in 1991. I remember well that day in 1986 I bought and moved into the house where Julie’s bear of a father checked me out before I took his daughter out, the house on the hill where the rich kids lived. Earlier today I wired the funds to pay off the mortgage on the apartment building we own in Ft. Lauderdale Florida. Now we can start applying the rental income from that building toward the mortgages of the two condos we own in those very buildings on Ft Lauderdale beach that Chris drove me by so many years earlier.

Did my dreams come immediately? No. Did dreams other than these come true? Yes. Did all my dreams come true? No. Will most of my dreams come true if I work for them, toward them, believe in them, believe in myself? Yes. Do I know just how this magic works? No. Do I need to know? No. Do I need to believe? Yes.

….from the wisdom in the words of Coldplay’s tune…”Everything you want is just a dream away”

Field of Dreams

National Anthem Petco Park Padres vs Diamondbacks 4/17/16

National Anthem Petco Park Padres vs Diamondbacks 4/17/16, Military Opening Day. 

Today is sunny and 80 degrees F with a breeze off San Diego bay just across the street. It’s a good day for baseball.

I love the game and I appreciate the charachter I gain from the lessons of it. Each season, each home stand, each game and each bat is a new beginning. Patience, it takes patience, focus, skill, vision, determination, attention, confidence and accuracy. There is humor, dedication, respect, camaraderie, laughter, disappointment, surprise, applause, and groans.

I learn from the sport. I grow.

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