A homage to Placido Polanco, whose nickname of course is Polly.
Three boys and their dad were behind me at the IronPigs game Monday night. The boys were maybe seven to 10 years old and were all having a good time. At one point, one called across his brothers, "Dad, what do you think of the game?" "Good," said the dad. "It's a good game." Replied the son, "I think so, too. And the stadium is great!"
It was a good close game, which the 'Pigs should have won. But when it comes to playing the Syracuse Chiefs, they seem snakebit. The Chiefs scored their first run on a double play that was unaccountably not turned, then scored again later thanks to some walks and an error. The 'Pigs had the early lead but in the end lost 3-2.
On Sunday Vin Scully, the venerable Dodgers broadcaster, celebrated his 60th anniversary in baseball. Scully broke in on April 18, 1950, in a 9-1 Dodgers' loss in Philadelphia to Robin Roberts and the Phillies. Thanks to MLBN, I again had a chance this spring to hear all kinds of broadcasters from around major league teams. Scully remains the standard. He's like a rocking chair, just rocking along at his own pace, never hurrying the game but never behind. Amazing for a guy in his 80's, he does all of his broadcasts--all nine innings--solo.