I have consulted with noted Talmudic and Jesuit scholars and am assured it is all right to watch the Super Bowl as long as one thinks pure thoughts of spring.
Say to yourself: “I am watching it for the ads.” “I am watching it for Renee Fleming.” “I want to join the water-cooler conversation on Monday.” “The TV just went on by itself.” It looks as if the blizzard I predicted for this week hit the South instead. Oops. New York is unscathed. Gov. Christie hasn’t shut down any bridges or tunnels, so far. And six of us were on the East Side of Manhattan the other night, had a lovely meal at Teodora on E. 57 St. – and there was not a trace of Super Bowl in that part of Big Town. Not one button or chant. Just repeat: Pitchers and Catchers. Pitchers and Catchers.
Ed martin
2/1/2014 04:50:41 am
see Dickey in a Toronto uniform reminds menof "knuckleheads."
George Vecsey
2/1/2014 07:29:53 am
They didn't bring back Hawkins this year, either.
Alan D. Levine
2/1/2014 05:27:57 am
George--You've said it all. Just fifteen days to go--and counting.
George Vecsey
2/1/2014 07:33:10 am
Alan:
Alan D. Levine
2/1/2014 08:24:09 am
No, thank you. 2/1/2014 08:01:04 am
George
Ed Martin
2/1/2014 08:59:40 am
Here's a photo/memory to help out in the cause.
George Vecsey
2/1/2014 10:07:58 am
Ed, that is nice. I've been flipping through photos for my current series on baseball. It's interesting (or sad) to watch the evolution of spring training sites from funky old parks to moderate-security institutions where players sign autographs through fences. But still, the warmth and pace of spring training will be welcome....Thanks for the addition. GV
Brian Savin
2/5/2014 12:32:26 pm
Thank you for this. Comments are closed.
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