Three miscellaneous thoughts:
The Detroit Tigers announced today that Brandon Inge will be their starting second baseman against left-handed pitching. Of course, Inge has to come off the disabled list first, being relegated there because of everyone’s least favorite injury, a groin strain. The warm vibrations felt across the state of Michigan this afternoon were coming from the sports talk radio shows, whose hosts were unanimously deriding both Inge and Detroit Manager Jim Leyland. I flipped the dial while driving home and heard one person after another angrily talking about Inge.
“Inge hasn’t shown anything this spring,” one radio host screamed, “to believe he can hit in the regular season is as ridiculous as believing in something you cannot see. I don’t believe in things I cannot see.”
“What about love?” I wondered. I mean if love is real, send me a box of it.
Just as that thought crossed my mind, the radio host was struck by what he was saying and took it to a whole different level. “Wait a minute,” he said in a suddenly calm and reserved voice. “There’s faith. You can’t see that. But faith is way different than this. This is Brandon Inge we’re talking about.”
That was my religious moment of the day. Faith is one thing, to be spoken of respectfully. But who plays second base for the Detroit Tigers? That’s something very, very different. I sense it is going to be a great season for the Tigers but a painful one for Brandon Inge.
Also in sports, am I the only one who took special note of the announcement made during the NCAA Men’s Basketball Championship last night that Reggie Miller had been elected to the Basketball Hall of Fame? This caught my interest because his sister Cheryl was elected to the Basketball Hall of Fame 17 years ago. I find that amusing. Last night, when the announcement was made, some announcer even said under his breath, “Still, Cheryl was a better player.” I’m trying to think of any other brother-sister combination that played the same sport where the brother reached great heights yet never completely outshone his sister. Any ideas?
Finally, Into the Dark published another classic film recommendation by yours truly today. You can read it by clicking here. What I didn’t have space to say in the short review was the unusual fact that I first became aware of this movie listening to Jerry Stiller talk about it. I think Jerry Stiller is hilarious, but who could imagine Frank Costanza being a sucker for a movie that tugs so hard on your heartstrings?
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