Yeah, That Was Okay

I can't tell you how bad the omens were looking while I was scurrying around doing errands this afternoon, trying to get back in time for the game.

My local library branch was running a big display on the Titanic. Huh? Not only a colossal disaster of a highly overrated vessel, but one that happened in April, 1912—just as Fenway Park was opening in a world championship, Red Sox year. A year in which the Yankees finished a miserable last, in their
last season in Hilltop Park.

Next, I see a bulletin on one of those new phone charger monoliths: "Happ homers in first at-bat."  WHAT? Okay, they meant the Happ on the Cubs. But still: that can't be good.

Still worse, the guy at my local newsstand was reading a Hindi-language with a headline that read, I kid you not:

"Rastunek dla watrophy."

Right? I mean, who wants to look at that on Opening Day?

Worst of all, there was some ragged looking, middle-aged guy—much like me—who was lying on the sidewalk, having suffered a fall or a stroke of some sort. The EMT guys were dealing with him, but right next to his head was small blotch of blood—and a Yankees hat.

He seemed to be all right. But once they got him in the ambulance, there was the bloody Yankees cap,
lying on the pavement. The driver picked it up delicately, and deposited it in the ambulance, too.

Not good, am I right?

Then the game began.