Bored Wolves and Lonely Sheep

Tonight, Saint Louis is once again the capital of the nation of baseball. Tonight, features Game 5 of the World Series, where the Cardinals meet the Red Sox tied 2-2. Both teams have their aces on the mound. It should be a pitchers duel, but so far this series has been anything but predictable. After tonight, one team will be up 3-2. Go Cards Go!

Dave, Rey and Bre all survived Game 4 last night, although it was chilly, in the thirties, by the end of the game. They had taken MetroLink down, so it wasn’t until after midnight that they got back home. Iwas already asleep by then. Both Dave and Bre had early morning classes, so they got up at 4:30 and left for Purdue well before sunrise. Anne had made them a pot of coffee that was ready to be made with the push of a button, but Bre doesn’t drink coffee and Dave couldn’t. He had a lab to do when he got back to Purdue. He had to fast and then drawn his own blood, then eat various foods and draw additional blood after each sample. Lab rats, guinea pigs and grad students, what is the difference? They made it back OK. We had breakfast with Rey. I left for work. Then Rey left town and Anne was left home alone.

The photos with this post are from Dan’s latest art show. It was held last Saturday, at the Torrance Art Museum and was called MAS Attack 2. The purpose of this show was to bring a large group of artists together with gallery owners, curators and collectors to promote conversation. It was like a giant collective studio visit. Dan’s piece is called “Mine is a World of Bored Wolves and Lonely Sheep.” When asked what does that mean, he said that it was taken from a poem, which itself is referencing someone else’s quote.

Self-Obstructed Tendencies

Yesterday, after Rey arrived, we kvetched until six. Then we walked up to Mike Duffy’s, a neighborhood sports bar, claimed a table and waited for the baseball game to begin and also for Dave to arrive. By the time Dave and Bre showed, the Cards were up 2-0. After dinner, all of the kids went off to party with Dave’s high school friends, Anne and I walked home together from the bar. The streets of Saint Louis were eerily quiet. We watched the rest of the game at home, including the last play of the game where Boston self-obstructed themselves. So, after a rather bizarre ending, the Redbirds won Game 3 and go up 2-1 in the World Series with a walk-off obstructionism call. Wanting to research this previously unheard of rule, I turned to wiki. There is a page for this baseball rule and it had already been updated to include a reference to the game that had just concluded. This all occurred, twenty-eight years to the day after the infamous, at least in Saint Louis, Don Denkinger call. Hey, a win is a win, even if it is facilitated by the team in blue, the umps.

Anne and I fixed breakfast in the morning. We kvetched some more around the dining room table. Eventually, Dave and Bre went off to the zoo. Rey went out to lunch to meet a college friend who was passing through town on his way from DC to Montana. This friend has a long and somewhat unusual name. His first name is Chancellor and one of his middle names is Kaiser. I can see that a person sporting such names would hit it off with Rey, the history major. Rey is currently reading a ‘brief’ history of the Norman Conquest. This acted as preamble to what I thought was the best story of the morning. Rey began explaining that because of the Norman Conquest there are numerous word pairs that mean the same, but are derived from either an English or French origin. The best pair was stereotype and cliché. They both harken back to the early days of the printing press. Back then all typefaces were set by hand. In order to facilitate this work, the type for commonly used words or phrases were saved and set aside for easier typesetting.

After all the kids left, Anne suggested that now would be a good time for me to get a bike ride in. She didn’t have to suggest twice. In the park, I caught the tail end of the Rock’n Roll Marathon. This is a marathon that sports a rock’n roll band every mile. I rode by three bandstands that were in the park. I had another traffic altercation in the Hampton underpass tunnel, the second in two days. There are four lanes passing through the tunnel. Yesterday, I was scolded for straying from the right two most lanes. Today, I was scolded for being in the right two most lanes. What’s a biker to do? The problem is that the lanes were laid out by the surveyor who left well spaced dots to mark where the lines should be painted. The lines have never been painted, no signage ever installed and it has been more than a few months. It seems now though that some people have decided to take the law into their own hands.

The Cardinal mask was a gift from Jay and Carl. I took a similar photo of Carl at Archie Mcphee, the novelty store where the mask was purchased. We couldn’t get Bre to pose with the mask, because alas she is a Red Sox fan.

Line Drive, Line-Out, Holding Your Line

Rugby Line-Out in Forest Park

Rugby Line-Out in Forest Park

Meet me in Saint Louis and take me out to the ballpark. World Series play comes to the Lou tonight and with it seemingly the rest of the world too. Rey has arrived. Dave and a friend are en route from West Lafayette. A friend of Rey’s might show up Sunday night. It looks like a full-house for the series. We’ll all watch tonight’s game on TV, but tomorrow, the kids have tickets to the game, standing room only, but still tickets.

This morning, we gave the house the white tornado treatment, in preparation for our guests. Afterwards, I went biking in the park. Rugby was being played there. I got the above picture of a line-out from the touch, in American English that means a thrown-in ball from out-of-bounds. That guy in the foreground was really annoying, but since he was also the Ref, I couldn’t ask him to move out-of-the-way. As I rode through the tunnel under Hampton, I passed a couple that was taking up two of the four lanes. Suddenly, an oncoming cyclist appeared around the corner. I was across the centerline and he chided me for not holding my line. I guess that he wanted the last two lanes all for himself.

Anne seems to finally be feeling better. She helped out with the housework and seems in good spirits tonight. However, I’ve managed to catch a whiff of whatever is going around. For me, it is just a sinus thing, but that can be pretty annoying. With all of the out-of-town visitors this weekend, the Lou could become quite the vector. 1919 had the Spanish flu, could 2013 be the year of the Saint Louis flu?