As a fan of a wide variety of popular (and not-so-popular) music from the 1950s (and sometimes even earlier) up through the present, one of my bucket list projects for years has been to put together a list of my 100 favorite songs of all time. At some point I decided that, once I got around to figuring that out, I could put it out on a blog, for the infinitesimally small proportion of the Internet world that might be interested. So, here we are. While the Top 100 will be a major focus, I also plan to post on a variety of other musical (and occasionally non-musical) topics, in which you may or may not be interested. (If a particular posting doesn’t ring your bell, you’re only a few clicks away from a dancing cat video on YouTube.)
[A]s I watched their
final game together Saturday night, I texted an AL executive and asked if this
October provided any type of vindication for this group. Not surprisingly, I
didn’t get far with that premise.
“It’s hard to get
redemption,” he wrote, “for a complete lack of integrity. (But) I don’t think
any rational people didn’t think they were talented.”
I feel like that
summed it up eloquently. This October was a vivid reminder of the Astros’
talent — but it doesn’t excuse any of the misdeeds that earned them their
rightful place as baseball’s most loathed team. Nor does it excuse their lack
of acceptable contrition for what they did.
Manager Dusty Baker, after the loss, noted that the team members are “ballplayers”
and “men”. Not surprisingly, he neglected to add that they are also cheaters,
dismissing the entire scandal obliquely as “whatever problem they’ve had”.
And let’s not forget that baseball owes Rays manager Kevin Cash and his
crew an undying debt of gratitude for short-circuiting Houston’s run towards
another World Series.