Baseball's ebbs and flows help us remember to keep our chins up

In less than two hours, the Angels and Rockies will begin the third game of their series in Denver and they have split the first two games, with the Rockies taking game one 7-4, and then losing game two 25-1. Yes, you read that right. 25-1... and those 25 runs were scored in just four innings.

If you were looking for some logic here, good luck. The run totals in the two games favor the Angels 29-8, yet each team has earned one win. Who knows what will happen this afternoon? It might be another blow out, or a slug fest, or a tight pitchers' dual (I wouldn't bet heavily on that last one). 

I tuned into last night's laugher just as the third inning wrapped up and was astonished to find that LA had scored 13 runs just that inning. I was drawn to the TV much like we find it difficult to turn away from natural disasters or car accidents, and I was rewarded with an 8-run fourth inning by the Angels. At that point, the entire game had become a joke. Announcers were at a loss. The sell-out crowd had to settle for a spectacular sunset and another Rocky Dog. I felt embarrassment for the home team, though I understand that the Rockies have about 10 potential starters on injured reserve (or lost for the season).

But here's the thing. Today the 25 runs from last night don't carry over. The loss was so lopsided that no one on either team could claim much enjoyment. Is there a "thrill of victory" when the game should have been stopped by a mercy rule? 

Unlike "real life," most sports don't carry much residual power or pain or joy or grief. The new contest begins all even, and even the worst team in the league often triumphs, at least occasionally, over the best. That is one attraction of sports for me. Yes, the worst teams prove their inadequacy over time, but you need a longer season or series to see the trends emerge.

The disaster at Coors Field yesterday is weirdly tied to my thoughts on the tornado that swept through Highlands Ranch last Thursday, damaging lots of trees and buildings. It passed within a couple hundred yards of our house, according to the storm track map. 

But Kathleen and I were in Seattle, enjoying sunny and mild weather while the storms ravaged the Centennial State. We learned of the tornado the way we tend to learn about all breaking news: on Facebook and other social media. I called our neighbor and she reported no significant damage, though she did say that she was frightened by the wind and hail and pouring rain. She's a Nebraskan, so she has seen some storms (as have we), but she said that was as scared as she could remember.

We arrived home yesterday, just three days after the tornado, and couldn't see much evidence of the destruction that some of our neighbors in our little corner of Colorado had endured. A few tree limbs lay on the parking and there were workers buzzing around some roofs about half a mile from us. Our roses and peonies took a hit, but I assume they will recover quickly. 

Today the sun is shining and there isn't a cloud in the sky. 

That same sun will be shining on Coors Field this afternoon. The pride of the Rockies took a hit yesterday, but they will take the field again. There is a decent chance they will win the game. 

And life goes on, despite the occasional threats, disasters, and mishaps. 

Postscript: Not all that surprising, but the Rockies did take the third game of the series, 4-3. A great reminder that baseball, like life in many ways, is more a marathon than a sprint.

Mom's birthday was so long ago... and yet

Today would have been my mother's 96th... though she died at age 70 after a brief battle with cancer. Far too young. She's been gone for 26 years, which is too much for me to fully process since many of my memories of her are timeless.

But beyond a sense of vague sadness and loss, today got me thinking about how close to us the past really is. Let's look at what was going on in 1927, less than a century ago.

• The 1927 baseball season was the year Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs.
• Charles Lindbergh flew The Spirit of St. Louis across the Atlantic nonstop and solo, direct from New York City to Paris, as the first solo transatlantic flight.
• Work began in October on Mount Rushmore (finished in 1941).
• In a unanimous opinion the U.S. Supreme Court ruled on the Nixon v. Herndon case during March, declaring a Texas law that prohibited black voters from participating in the state’s primary elections to be unconstitutional. Texas immediately passed a state law that retained this blatant discrimination.
• Joseph Stalin took control of the Russian Communist party (Trotsky was expelled, as well).
• Six striking miners from the Columbine Mine are massacred with machine gun fire at Serene, Colorado. Many more were injured.
• In Britain, 1000 people a week died from an influenza epidemic during the fall and winter of the year.

Baseball lost its place as the National Pastime, supplanted by the much more violent football. Lindbergh became a famous white supremacist, if not a Nazi. Mount Rushmore remains a top tourist destination, though Crazy Horse Mountain has arisen as an ongoing project that sends a different message. The degenerated Republican Party seems set on restricting voting rights for as many Americans as possible. Putin is the newest version of Stalin, and seems to hunger for long-gone days of Soviet power. Unions continue to struggle, though management refrains from using guns on workers. Epidemics continue and pandemics keep challenging humanity.

In some ways, so much has changed in 96 years. In others, we see that the past isn't really the past, after all. 

Barbara Fern Guffey was born just before the Depression in Freeport, Illinois, site of one of the Lincoln-Douglas debates. Her mother and father clearly had hope for the future, bringing a daughter into troubled times... but maybe we are always in "troubled times." Her father had been a sailor in WWI, which ended just nine years before her birth. 

She lived through the Depression and then WWII, set aside her personal dreams to get married, move to Iowa City and have a family, beginning with me in 1950, and then bore seven more children. They are scattered up and down the west coast, along with me in Colorado and brother Mike, the only one remaining in Iowa.

Someday I hope to write something more meaningful (and personal) about my mother and father, though I must admit to spotty memories of many of the specific moments we shared. Mom never met her great-grandchildren, of course, which is sad because she loved and treasured babies so much.

And now her eldest great-grandchild is about to go away to college, in the very town Barb's husband whisked her away to over 73 years ago. Grace is not like Barb in any clear way, yet she owes something to what her great-grandmother taught and modeled and endured and enjoyed.

I suspect that my mother might have achieved a lot had she been able to pursue her professional dreams (teaching? music? business? medicine?). But she became a mother among millions of mothers who produced the Baby Boomers. Being a housewife had to be enough, and none of her children regret her care and attention and love.

I also suspect that Barbara would embrace and celebrate the independent, sassy, and passionate young Grace as she begins a new adventure, back in the town where she spent nearly 50 years. 

As William Faulkner said, “The past isn't dead and buried. In fact, it isn't even past.”

And that is why remembering my mother's birthday today led me to think more about the future.

Fear and worry... our nation's primary emotions

A former president is indicted, with more charges still likely to come this summer... and there is hand-wringing about how this MAY affect our future politics. 

Canadian wildfires send smoke into New York City and the northeast generally, and there are endless think pieces about how this should awaken the eyes and minds of Americans skeptical about climate change.

The Rockies' relief pitching blows yet another game, surrendering a ninth-inning lead. I was in attendance at the game yesterday and felt certain my fears of the team finding some way to lose would come true. 

Over a dozen Republicans have announced campaigns for president, and the biggest outcome of all those is to worry about how a diluted field benefits Trump.

There is some fear that Trump will call for his rabid supporters to rise up and overcome those doing the prosecutions... and how that fear has often led to the authorities letting the Fraudster in Chief to get away with yet another unsavory deal or another media outrage.

The ongoing writer's strike will delay next season's TV schedule, leading to worries about how to survive fall and (maybe) winter without learning what comes next with the many series that ended with a cliffhanger episode. Oh, dear. How will be manage?

There is a human tendency to wonder about all the things that COULD go wrong in life. Heck, I am approaching 73 and we know that health concerns can crop up quickly for seniors... and that our ability to bounce back from some physical setback diminishes with age.

And don't get me started on the fears that President Biden might not survive a second term. Also, don't bother Americans with the more likely chance that he DOES survive. 

I saw a poll that said over 70 percent of Americans thought Biden's mental acuity was quite worrisome, but many of those same citizens weren't so worried about Trump's mental acuity. Talk about misplaced fears.

Our fears range from the earth-changing to the mundane, and I would argue that there is good reason for humans to focus on potential negative consequences. That focus has kept the species alive for millenia, after all. 

Humans have a fine ability to entertain fears right alongside hope, despite all the inherent conflicts and paradoxes. 

Today I am balancing some fears that the Nuggets will suffer a letdown after an emotional game three win in Miami and will let the Heat climb back into the NBA finals series. But I also hope I am wrong.

It's great to root against yourself. 

We created the problem and now agonize over fixing it

We are less than a week out from the United States shooting itself in the leg by going into default over the national debt. The Republicans, of course, are using the situation to do all they can to squeeze a few bucks out of future budgets... and it's always at the expense of the poor or the young or various minority groups.

Many have pointed out that the debt ceiling is made up and makes no sense in accounting terms or common sense. We took on loans for things past legislatures have approved and now there is a question as to whether we will pay our bills. It would all be laughable if it weren't for the possibility of the entire country suffering for an imaginary problem we could end with one vote.

A frustrating reality is that the Republican political machine rarely produces good results for the poor white people who make up a significant percentage of R votes... but the politicians and their media servants have found strategies to obscure the economic damage while claiming victories over progressive ideas like the right to choose for women and freedom to read for children. 

I sometimes can confuse the so-called leaders of the Angry White People Party with the everyday Americans who often vote for them, sometimes reluctantly but still... I saw a Bloomberg poll that showed 51 percent of Americans prefer the debt ceiling to be raised without being tied to spending cuts, while 25 percent are all for tying cuts to the deal. That leaves 24 percent somewhere in the middle, and that looks like what will happen in the next week.

The word "hostage" is being used a lot by Democratic politicians these days, and they point out that Dems never held the economy hostage when Trump was in office. It's not that Dems have never forced negotiations over the debt ceiling, but not in recent times.

Many Rs appear to be so "over" the idea of a fair fight or even acknowledging their opponents as humans worthy of respect. When winning is everything, no matter the consequences, the poor always get hurt in American politics. 

I am disappointed that Mr. Biden did not hold fast to "we will not negotiate" with terrorists (Rs) over the debt ceiling, but I suppose some sort of deal is necessary when minority rule has taken over the country. As long as Wyoming has as many votes in the Senate as California, there is little hope for any ideas that would benefit the vast majority of Americans... and politicians clearly don't care about national opinion.

After all, they don't get elected nationally, unless running for president (which R's can't win anymore). They get elected within a district or state, so who cares that over half the country prefers more gun safety laws, raising the debt ceiling with no strings, legalizing marijuana, and protecting women from laws that punish them for being the gender that gives birth.

Is it any wonder that the biggest threat to America is increasing feelings that nothing can be done. What does my vote matter? The rich and powerful will always get their way.

And that is my final thought as we enter Memorial Day weekend. I'm sure all those soldiers who died defending liberty are delighted to have sacrificed themselves for rich politicians who could not care less about dying soldiers, women, or children. 

This is not new in America. It's just become acceptable.

Is our job to make students a bit uncomfortable or to avoid challenges?

More "For the Love of Sentences" samples this week, with the first two referring to the recent coronation of Charles III. Americans are fascinated by British royalty and all the pomp and circumstance, even as we proudly proclaim our dislike of a very few people becoming rich and famous through an accident of birth.

Rachel Tashjian in The Washington Post weighed in on the ostentation of Charles’s coronation: “The red velvet robes trimmed in ermine, the five-pound crown, the gold robes on top of gold robes dragging over gold carpets — the regalia often made it feel like a Versace fashion show staged in an assisted-living facility.”

So many of these highlighted sentences depend a lot on the author assuming advanced vocabulary skills plus a wide-ranging grasp of popular culture, politics, and current events. There is a tendency to "dumb down" our examples and writing for media classes (maybe for most high school classes), but there are some solid arguments that take another tack.

We don't "dumb down" Shakespeare as a matter of course, preferring to guide students along the journey of learning new diction and syntax, not to mention the intricacies of iambic pentameter. Some might argue that students can't be expected to expand their working vocabulary if we don't push them a bit. 

"Ermine" and "regalia" may not be in many students' working vocabulary, but they could be. And they might not recognize "Versace" immediately, but adding that high fashion reference helps them see a wider world.

In The New Yorker, J.R. Moehringer, the ghostwriter of Prince Harry’s memoir, “Spare,” reflected on the impossibility of walking entirely in this particular man’s shoes: “I’d worked hard to understand the ordeals of Harry Windsor, and now I saw that I understood nothing. Empathy is thin gruel compared with the marrow of experience.” 

Here the use of "gruel" is almost Dickensian, particularly when discussing the British royalty. Students may need to have the characteristics of "thin gruel" vs. "marrow" -- presumably connoting something richer. 

Also in The New York Times, Robert Draper profiled William J. Burns, the C.I.A. director: “His ascent is an unlikely turn for a tall, discreet figure with wary eyes, ashen hair and a trim mustache, a sort you could easily imagine in a John le Carré novel whispering into a dignitary’s ear at an embassy party that the city is falling to the rebels and a boat will be waiting in the harbor at midnight.”

Few students will be avid readers of John le Carré spy novels, but he is so famous that we owe them at least a way to translate such references when they appear. 

And Michael Levenson reported in the Times on the odd dumping of hundreds of pounds of pasta alongside a creek in Old Bridge, N.J. “When photos of the discarded pasta were shared on a Reddit discussion about all things New Jersey, it became fertile ground for puns and dad jokes,” he wrote. “Someone commented: ‘We should send the perpetrators to the state penne tentiary.’” Town workers cleaned up and disposed of the pasta in under an hour. “It was not clear if a large fork had been used.”

This reporting combines a mystery with allusions to food. Will students immediately smile reading "penne" as connected to "penitentiary"? Who knows? But this example illustrates using a pun and simply stretching what is expected from language. 

'Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right'

Following up on my last post, America may have entered its "post-shame" period. More revelations about the corruption of Clarence Thomas (a hypocritical lost soul), about Donald Trump (a convicted abuser of women, not to mention a dingbat who can't bring himself to favor Ukraine over murdering Russians), and a long list of cowardly politicians (mostly Angry White People Party types) who keep feeding their base voters b.s. And those voters demand more of whatever lies make them feel better.

America has also become a country that creates policies and laws that place us all in a frustrating prison of "there's just nothing we can do."

There are, of course, all sorts of things we can do. We can feed poor children and families. We can provide health care for all. We can limit the manufacture and sales of the worst sorts of weapons. We can drastically reduce income gaps among our citizens. We can end the problem of government officials refusing to ever leave their positions of power. We can fix social security's finances. 

We just don't want to... and we have stopped even looking for HOW we can do these sorts of things. "Age of Decadence" may be a more appropo term for where the U.S. is right now. 

Most of our wounds are self-inflicted, but we act like everything is a simple act of God. 

At some point, leaders needs to prioritize to address our challenges. Everyone (except some nutcases) thinks it would be disastrous for the nation to default on its debts. But here we are, just a few weeks from doing so. It's a game, after all, though the bulk of citizens will experience the pain, not the leaders. 

The rich and powerful always do fine.

Right now, all our problems feel about the same weight... all streaming through chaotic media that has rejected any "rules" civilized society previously imposed. One outraged post on social media is just as loud as all the other outraged posts. 

CNN claiming that there was nothing that could be done to limit the lies and trolling of Trump during a "Town Hall" that was really just a Trump rally is a classic case of no shame, no responsibility, and no wisdom. CNN just wanted the money, and got it. 

Most sex offenders don't get a free hour of publicity to spread their ugliness... just a day or so after being convicted (I know... Trump wasn't convicted, technically, since this was a civil case, but that's a distinction most of us find laughable). Of course there were plenty of cult members eager to cheer and join in the game. There always are. 

Morons and publicity seekers aren't unusual. They have always plagued us. They always will.

We just don't need to put them on TV.

Watching the Supreme Court implode is sad; where is the shame?

I can see arguments that maintain that shame is a tactic/emotion that can lead to depression, fear, lashing out, withdrawal from society, and an excuse for the self-righteous to punish the guilty/spotlighted. Cancel culture, whatever that really means, is mostly an handy way for trolls to make others miserable, which may make the trolls feel fleetingly better.

But shame, or more accurately, the threat of shame, can be the factor that stops the worst choices or actions... before they can damage society and/or individuals.

The curious case of Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and the clearly unethical financial decisions he has made are the latest example of how an absence of shame, particularly among many with great power, can make those of us who still experience shame (or fear of being shamed) a bit crazy.

He and his advisers can argue all they want about the letter of the law or the lack of codes to follow or whatever other juicy excuses they can conjure, but the plain fact is that a judge looks like he is open to being "bought," and that can't be tolerated.

There is only one mechanism for removing the guy... and that isn't going to happen because impeachment is impossible in the current environment. Thomas can just shrug, hide behind the walls and costumes of the court, and go on taking money and (possibly) granting favors to those who have invested in him.

That leaves shame as the only mechanism that could change the dynamic. If Clarence Thomas has convinced himself that he need not be ashamed of accepting money from the rich and powerful and that the mere acceptance of their largess is no big deal... well, he will remain until his death.

Of course, the point of shame is that society prefers certain choices over others. Sometimes society is wrong or prejudiced or just stubborn, but that is no reason to just ban "shame" as a tool in maintaining order and restraining excess. 

Putin can't be shamed at this point, and he functions as a dictator. Trump can't be shamed and he continues to run for re-election despite being a rapist, an insurrectionist, a petty thief, and a con artist. His rabid supporters either deny all facts about him or positively revel in his "getting away with it." Those people are beyond shame as much as Trump is.

The Supreme Court has lost a lot of it credibility among Americans by reinforcing our sense that the rich and powerful play by different rules. Clarence Thomas is not the only justice who blatantly uses his position for personal gain, but his lack of caring what the "peons" think is the most public and appalling. 

He needs to resign. Then he can find out if his supposed friends among the angry but wealthy white people will stick with him. 

He has been a tool of the Angry White People Party, at least potentially. It is ironic that a Black man can be used so publicly and blatantly by white people. Turns out that race makes no difference when it comes to greed. It's good to know that we really are more alike than different.

Tucker Carlson refuses to be shamed but his employers still removed him from his top-rated cable show. He won't go away, but at least his influence is momentarily diminished. 

Even FOX News can be shamed, just a tiny bit. 

Can Clarence Thomas?