And even though I know
How very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
1. Mario Cuomo
I spent about a week in a half watching Ken Burns' documentary Baseball which is spectacular. It's so good that you want John Chencellor to narrate stupid parts of your own life just to make it interesting.
John Chancellor: ...and that is when, with the gleam of his bluish grey eyes and the raw durability of his worn out work gloves, he struck the alley cat with the broad side of the shovel sending it in the hated neighbors lawn.
The documentary is about 20 hours long and it gives great detail about baseball throughout the different decades. It was as close to baseball purist porn as it gets which had me constantly on the edge of my seat.
One of the most moving parts of the documentary was during the 40's when the African Americans were struggling to enter Major League Baseball and the semi success of the Negro Leagues. It gives great detail about what Jackie Robinson had to go through and how strong he was to have been through it.
The first time I started to frown was when I was watching the 40's because alongside the success of the Yankees, Dodgers, and the Negro Leagues they had about 15 minutes of Mario Cuomo playing minor league baseball.
What the hell does Mario Cuomo have to do with anything? I found myself sighing whenever he took over the documentary because I didn't really give a damn. I actually would've been slightly more interested in seeing George Bush as a Yale player than Cuomo. What really irritates me is that throughout the entire 20+ hour documentary, they only say "Twins" once and never mention "Carew", "Killebrew", or "Puckett" once. At the time Puckett was one of the most popular players and the 91' World Series was quickly glossed over. What the hell? They didn't even talk about Koufax and the '65 World Series.