I decided to put a small pause in my torch song series on account of it being the anniversary of, well, you know.
I'm not sure what exactly to say about it. I didn't see the Piazza home run; I was in the area at the time, but I was 16 and I didn't have much gravitas, so I don't have many deep memories about the moment; I don't have much of a political motive in commemorating a rough day. Hell, it might be a terrible idea to even be doing something about it now. Might be best to ignore it.
But there's something about baseball that calls for a memorializing impulse, and I can't seem to really get by the feeling that there's a kind of national reminiscence, beyond the showy patriotism, that makes this feel more like the anniversary of the last night we saw a good friend. Or the last time we slept in our childhood bed. Sad but in a kind of "drink a beer; watch a game" kinda way.
Maybe it's just me. But either way, however you're feeling tonight, I hope that Mr. Cliff Lee remembers his stuff, and that we get the kind of performance that ought to crackle on a staticky TV in a dive bar. See you there.