Greetings again, readers. Mrs. Harcavey and I just got home from our annual trip up to Highlands to see the fall foliage. Beautiful. Wish you could've been with us. Well, not all of you. That would've been a little too crowded for me and my bride. Heh, heh.
So on with the queries and my answers.
Wondering about the World Series writes: Doyle, I'm wondering about the World Series. (Nice to meet you. I'm Doyle.) Have you ever seen anything like this suspended game in the rain business?
Well, Wondering, it reminds me of a situation back in my hometown with our semi-pro team years ago. We played a best two out of three every year against the Syrupmakers from up the road, after we played the team from the tannery. So one year in the rubber game, why it was a steady downpour all the way through. Finally, old Stump Stumpley, who was umping the whole shebang by hisself, calling pitches from behind the pitcher, anyhow old Stump called it in the 6th inning.
Then some of the fellas started sliding around in the mud. Well, sir, our shortstop, Dewey Meatyard, got into it with the pitcher from the other team, Slackjaw Jemerson. Them boys was rolling around in the mud after Dewey described the "team meeting" he'd had with Slackjaw's wife the night before. Wee, doggie. But that'd be about it.
Wondering about the Bravos writes: Doyle, I see where Magglio Ordonez might be available for trade from Deetroit (my emphasis on the Dee). Should the Braves go get him?
Well, wondering, I'm wondering about this kind of thing too. I'd say this, the fella's a good ball player, a .300-plus lifetime hitter who's never struck out 100 times. You can look it up, like Ole Diz used to say. Problem is, he's due 18 million smackers next year and then has two team option years. Old Magglio's a nice player, but I ain't sure he's worth that kind of cabbage. And he'll be 35 next season. If the Bravos trade a group of their second-level minor league boys for ole Peavy, then they're also going to have to send some decent prospects up to Motown (so called because it really used to be the Motor City.) So I'm not sure it'd be that smart a move, to be honest. This ballclub we got here needs to build for the next several years, not next year. But I'm just an old codger who's learned how to use the interwebs. Or is it intertube? If it's a infotainment superhighway, you sure wouldn't want to try driving on it.
Wondering whatever happened to Chief Noc-a-homa writes: Doyle, what ever happened to Chief Noc-a-homa?
Well, Wondering, I don't rightly know for sure. On our most recent trip, my bride and I stopped into one of the fine gambling establishments up there in North Carolina and there was a fellow greeting folks at the door who kindly favored the old chief, now. Can't say for sure. Just passing along something I saw. Maybe we could bring him back for good luck. They could put his new teepee where that big ol' cow is out there on top of the grandstand.
Wondering what kind of cap you wear writes: Doyle, do you have one of those hats that say "Old Fart" on it?
Heh. You know, Wondering, I once did. Mrs. Harcavey didn't much care for it, though. I do have one that says, "Let me tell you about my grandchildren."
Now, y'all get out and vote. Speaking of, what do you call 100 politicians at the bottom of the ocean? A good start. Heh, heh.
While we're on the subject, maybe ole Guy Sharp could announce for the Braves? Is Guy still with us? Always like the way he called the weather like he saw it.
So long, friends.
-- Doyle Harcavey