I cannot tell you how much I loved Warren Zevon, his music, his balls-to-the-walls sensibility. When the troubadour was dying of lung cancer over a decade ago, David Letterman had him on The Late Show and asked how the diagnosis had informed his work—and Zevon said “you’re reminded to enjoy every sandwich.”
“You cannot predict the future.”
With apologies to a very smart Dan Szymborski, creator of the ZIPS projection simulator, PECOTA, and the prescient Steamer, conceived literally around the corner from where I once lived on Monroe Place in Brooklyn Heights at the Saint Ann’s School, you are pushing a very heavy rock uphill when you attempt to predict future events. The future is unknowable. This we know. And yet we beat on, bunts against the shift.
There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.
There are so many things. So many moments to hold and rewind as we Cincinnati Reds fans head off in our hardhats to the reconstruction project ahead and you head off for your well-deserved October glory.
Pardon the interruption, Baseball, but there are just a few things that need to be said.
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We came for the Year. We settled for the Moment.
In the middle of the seventh inning, Christopher Kiradjieff, Assistant Principal and trumpet player with the Cincinnati Pops Orchestra, played God Bless America for the home crowd at Great American Ball Park. It felt for all the world like he was playing Taps for the Cincinnati Reds 2015 season.
“As I always say, a command is a lonely job. It isn’t easy to make decisions. Sometimes the captain of a ship needs help. And by help, I mean constructive loyalty. What I’m trying to say is, uh, a ship is like a family. We all have our ideas of right and wrong but we have to pitch in for the good of the family. If there was only some way we could help each other.”
Call it what you will. Renewal. A new beginning. A second chance.