This is the Day!!

This is the final day of the Regular Season of Major League Baseball. Total congratulations to the Rays for their FIRST EVER division title and post season appearance.

The BoSox will be the Wild Card, but it won't be the same without the personable Manny leading the pak. We have both Los Angeles teams already in the Playoffs, the Angels and the Dogers. It is possible we will also have both Chicago teams also. Already, the ChiCubs are celbrating their "Next Year is This Year" chant, and I certainly hope they are right.

It is unfortunate we will have to put up with the Phillie fans for a while. I love the Phanatic, but the Phillie fans need to get over themselves.

We're still waiting on the Brewers and the Mets to decide who rules the Wild Card place in the National, and it is possible the Twins could knock off the White Sox for the WC American. Any way you slice it, this year's World Series will be just as interesting as the election, lots of unusual happenings and different faces. For my part, I like new things. I love baseball, but am not going to claim partiality to any team. I tend to follow players, and whenever I find one I like, he either quits the game or leaves the team I like. So, I watch the game, enjoy the game, for the game's sake.

My favorite baseball player is in the photo above. He usually starts a lot of talk, good and bad. But, I absolutely loved him. The game has not been the same without him.

However, October should be fun.

First Post -

This will be the first blog, and believe me, I have no idea what I am doing. I suppose I will figure it out as I go along. The reason for the title is my age, over fifty, and that at some point I have realized that all of the junk that one endures as a young person prepares one for the downhill slide of middle age. It will also do one of several things to you, either make you cynical and angry at life, take all of the wind out of your sails and leave you shell-shocked or give you a love for all of your human family because you have figured out that - well - we’re all connected in one way or another.

As time goes by, it would probably be good for me to tell you something about myself so you will understand all of these ramblings. I grew up in Memphis. For those of you young whippersnappers out there, that is the city that has the unfortunate distinction of being where Martin Luther King was killed. I was 15 at the time. If you aren't a southerner, well... It was a rough time for all of us, the African Americans and us white folks. I recall that my dad hauled trash to the dump for what seemed like months. We lived just a few blocks from where the rioting was going on but it never got to our neighborhood.

But let's fast forward like a Michael Crighton novel for now. I became Born-Again in 1999. How wonderful. All of the hatred and evil that life and Satan had deposited in my life was removed and I was left with a love for all mankind - literally. This, as well as my love of nature and baseball and other things are what I would like to discuss on this blog, as well as my adorable grandchildren. The lovely little girl is my granddaughter Victoria. What a doll, huh?

Y'all take care now, ya hear?