Our Year in Photos – 2015

Sunday Brunch

A family celebration at Le Chat Noir’s Sunday Brunch before Claire heads to LA

As we enter this season of Thanksgiving, I continue my tradition of posting family photographs from the past year on More to Come… This was certainly a year in which we had much for which to be thankful – and to celebrate

2015 was – to put it mildly – a year of transition in so many ways.

The year began with Andrew and Claire halfway through their senior year in college.  I was busy with work at the National Trust for Historic Preservation, while Candice was keeping everything together from headquarters.

In January, I was fortunate to be able to join colleagues in Nashville for work to help save the unique heritage of Music Row.  As I say on the website designed for capturing Music Row’s stories:

“Music Row is the very definition of a National Treasure. The sounds created here have echoed throughout the country for decades, earning it an unparalleled place in America’s cultural life.” 

Studio A Press Conference with Ben Folds - Photo Credit Rick Smith

(Photo Credit: Rick Smith)

Studio A Press Conference, photo credit Nathan Morgan, Nashville Business Journal

(Photo credit: Nathan Morgan – Nashville Business Journal)

In a wonderful kick-off to our work in Nashville, I joined musician Ben Folds at historic Studio A to announce our designation of Music Row as one of our National Treasure campaigns.  The next month I was with Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell in Chicago at President Obama’s announcement of Pullman as the country’s newest National Monument.  I get to meet some very smart and talented people as part of my job!

Secretary Jewell with DJB

Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell with DJB at the community celebration in Pullman

Candice and I were able to get away for family travel, and we especially enjoyed our final Pomona Parents Weekend in February in sunny Southern California.  It was bittersweet, in that we knew that we’d no longer have a great excuse to fly from the snow and cold of Washington to Claremont in February, so we could walk around in our shorts and polo shirts, grab a coffee and slider at Some Crust Bakery, and see Claire and all her talented friends at college.

Swimming Coach JP Gowdy with Claire

Swimming Coach Jean-Paul Gowdy with Claire following a Family Weekend practice

Then life threw us a bit of a curve.  Three hours before turning 60 years old, I was hit by an ambulance.  You read that right.  Needless to say, it made for a different type of celebration for my 60th, but the story – now that all is passed – gets better with each telling.


60th Birthday celebration

Celebrating my 60th birthday, along with my fractured shoulder and new sling

Andrew’s March was eventful…but in a better way.  Perhaps as a reward for enduring the New England winter of 2015, he traveled to Cuba with the Brown University Chorus over Spring Break.  Andrew loved the architecture, the music, the chance to use his Spanish extensively, and – most of all – the weather!

In Cuba

Andrew in Cuba

Andrew and Fred in Cuba

Andrew with Fred Jodry – director of the Brown University Chorus – wearing clothes in Cuba that would have led to immediate frostbite had they been in Providence at the time.

Candice also traveled in the spring, as the Hollywood Gang – friends from grade school in Hollywood, Florida – took in the sites around Atlanta.  This has become a much-anticipated weekend for Candice and her friends.

Hollywood Gang

Hollywood Gang in Atlanta

May was all graduations all the time.  We began on the west coast with Claire’s graduation from Pomona College.  It was a wonderful weekend, and of course I wrote about it and photographed it – all from the perspective of the proud father.  It was delightful to be together with the families of Claire’s wonderful classmates.

Graduation Lei

Andrew helps Claire with her graduation lei

Claire at Pomona

Our Pomona Class of 2015 Graduate

The Browns at Pomona

The Happy Family

Swim team cheers

The swim team cheers for the graduates

Sophomore and Senior Suitemates

Claire’s suitemates from her Sophomore and Senior Years – Susan (Sr), Ali (So/Sr), Jackie (So/Sr), and Kyra (So)

Parents celebrate

The parents celebrate graduation!

At Union on Yale

Celebrating the graduate at Union on Yale – Claire’s favorite Claremont restaurant

One week later, we all gathered in Providence to do it all again – this time in celebration of Andrew’s graduation from Brown University.  As an equal opportunity proud father, I covered it all from start to finish.  As I have told many people since then, the last half of May was among the happiest times of my life.  I was so proud of these two and all they have accomplished…and they’re just getting started!

Andrew and Claire

Andrew and Claire at the Big Dance

A D Phi Seniors

Andrew and his fellow seniors from the Alpha Delta Phi Society in the procession to Saturday’s Baccalaureate Service

Alex and Andrew

Alex Warstadt and Andrew, the two graduating singers from the Madrigals

Andrew waves from the procession

The happy graduate!

Andrew and Dietrich

Andrew with Professor Dietrich Neumann, Director of the Urban Studies Program at Brown University

Brown Celebration at the Salted Slate

Celebrating Andrew’s graduation at The Salted Slate, one of our favorite Providence restaurants

The celebrations continued in early July, as we flew to Tennessee to celebrate my father’s 90th birthday.  Brothers, sisters, in-laws, cousins, and all sorts of friends gathered to honor Tom Brown and his wonderful life.  My father is such a down-to-earth yet holy man.  It was wonderful to see the love that came pouring out for him from so many different people and places.

Celebrating Tom's 90th

Claire, Candice, Tom, DJB, and Andrew celebrating Tom’s 90th birthday

The DC and Chicago cousins

Claire and Andrew with their Chicago cousins Zoe and Kelsey

With Brittney

Andrew and Claire with cousin Brittney

Pool time

In the pool with the cousins

Candice with Joseph

Candice and Joseph rest by the pool

TB and his children

Tom Brown with his children (clockwise from upper left) Joe, Steve, Debbie, David, and Carol on July 5, 2015 – his 90th birthday

Tom Brown and Family

Tom Brown (yes, the one with the suspenders) with all his family members to celebrate his 90th birthday

In July, Candice and I were also able to get away for a weekend in the Shenandoah Valley for roots music and time with our friends Margaret and Oakley Pearson at the Red Wing Roots Music Festival.

At Red Wing III

Margaret, Candice, DJB, and Oakley at Red Wing III

Watkins, Jarosz, and O'Donovan

Sara Watkins, Sarah Jarosz, and Aoife O’Donovan at Red Wing Roots Music Festival on July 11, 2015

A work-related trip took David to Southeast Utah, and some of the country’s most evocative landscapes.

DJB in Cedar Mesa

Hiking in Southeast Utah

Claire took off for her new adventure in Los Angeles in early August (see the picture at the top of the post), and so we had Andrew to ourselves here in DC for the month.  We decided to go all-in on Restaurant Week, and what a treat that turned out to be.  We also squeezed in a dinner of the Ambulance Survivor’s Club with our good friends Nancy Williams, Steve Cambell, and Sarabeth Watson.


Andrew gets ready to dig into the seabass at MXDC

At Fig and Olive

DJB, Candice, and Andrew wrap up DC Restaurant Week at Fig & Olive

Nancy and DJB

Nancy and DJB – the charter members of the Ambulance Survivor’s Club – toast our good health at Jackie’s Restaurant in Silver Spring

Work on the international front took Candice and me for a wonderful week in Cambridge at King’s College, followed by a family weekend in London.  It was a treat that we’ll long remember.

Candice in the rose gardens

Candice in the Rose Gardens at Anglesey Abbey

King's College Courtyard

King’s College Courtyard, Cambridge


Candice at a small London cafe during a day spent rambling, exploring, and connecting

2015 was a tough season to be a Nats fan…so much so that Claire defected as soon as she hit the west coast this summer!  Nonetheless, bad baseball is better than no baseball, and I did pick up a couple of new bobbleheads – including the most recent addition to the racing presidents.  (I have a request for a Bill Taft in to my family as a stocking stuffer this Christmas!)  As you can see, Claire has adjusted well to her work on the west coast, but Candice and I went out in October to check on her anyway!

Claire at a Dodgers Game

Claire goes over to the dark side – at a Dodgers game with Caroline and Graycie

Jubliee Consortium

Claire with other interns from the Jubilee Consortium in LA

Claire in LA

Enjoying life in LA

Silent Cal

Calvin Coolidge joins the Racing Presidents in 2015

Claire, Candice, DJB at the Getty Villa

With Claire at the Getty Villa

In early November, Candice and her friends from the Weavings group traveled to Binghamton, New York, to celebrate the installation of one of their members – Elizabeth Ewing – as the new rector of Christ Episcopal Church.  It was a joyous celebration!

Ewing Installation

The Weavings Group celebrates the installation of Elizabeth Ewing as rector of Christ Church, Binghamton

As we enter the holiday season, we have so many blessings to be thankful for.  From all of us – Candice, Andrew, Claire, and DJB – we wish all our family and friends a wonderful Thanksgiving and a blessed Advent.


A celebration at Pastishe in Providence fit for a year of celebrations and transitions

More to come…







Hearing the Voice of God

Armistice Day

Armistice Day (photo credit: Janet Hulstrand)

My friend, the writer Janet Hulstrand, lives in France, where she makes observations on literature and life.  On November 11th, she wrote a wonderful blog post entitled, In France, It’s Still Called Armistice Day.

Janet begins her post as follows:

The war memorial in our little village in Champagne is much like the war memorials found in every little village in France I’ve ever been in: on three sides of the base are carved the names of those who gave their lives “pour la France” during World War I. And on the fourth side, the names of those lost in World War II.

The German invasion of France in 1940, just 22 years after the end of World War I, was achieved with stunning speed.  And forever after the French have endured shallow, frivolous jokes about that defeat, which was of course anything but funny.

Those who make jokes about French resistance (or lack thereof) are usually right-wing blowhards who generally did everything in their power to avoid military service.  But as Janet notes, the massive loss of life France suffered in both World War I and II (“Per capita, French casualties were 30 times higher than the US ones during WWI and 5 times higher during WWII….”) can be seen in these war memorials.

Janet provides more story, and then ends with this wonderful quote from Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions.

So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time back to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.

It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.

What a wonderful thought.  The Voice of God was heard when peace arrived.

Do yourself a favor and read Janet’s full post.  You’ll appreciate her writing, but – more importantly – you’ll find something sacred.

More to come…


For the Mets, Halloween is Extended by a Day

BaseballYou just knew it was going to happen.  The New York Mets keep the Kansas City Royals at bay for 8 innings.  It looks like the World Series is headed to KC for a Game 6, with the two New York flamethrowers ready and waiting.

But then, stuff happens.

How Royals.

The Mets – who lost on Halloween night when Daniel Murphy, their NLCS hero who didn’t hit a thing in the World Series, booted an easy ground ball – saw the goblins and gremlins of Halloween return for a November 1st appearance.

Lorenzo Cain walked to lead off the 9th against Harvey, and four innings later the Royals are dancing in the middle of Citi Field.  Two things about this play.  First, I’m fine with Collins leaving Harvey in to pitch the 9th.  The Mets closer hadn’t exactly fooled the Royals this series.  I believe in trusting the heart of your ace.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.  Second, Lorenzo Cain was the revelation of this postseason for me.  Is there anything this man can’t do?  He hits, he flies around the bases, he catches anything hit his way in center field, he is patient at the plate.  Perez (the MVP) had a great World Series, but so did Cain.

In any event, the suspect Mets infield defense allows the tying run.  (Gotta love the New York tabloid headlines:  Cruel Hand Luc – after Lucas Duda’s throw to end the game “could have sailed to Staten Island” according to the Washington Post’s Barry Svrluga.)  And yes, Murphy made another error in the 12th to help seal the defeat.

So there we have it.  A very entertaining World Series where the good guys come back from devastation the year before to win it all.

Four months until spring training.

More to come…


Setting the Record Straight (Or When “True But Not Always Factual” Won’t Do)

Tom Brown transition

My father, the fact checker!

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about a visit I’d had with my dad.  When it comes to writing about family, I tend to follow the dictum that I first used in It’s a Wonderful Life (For Tom Brown on His 90th Birthday) back in July. In that post, I listed 90 things about the wonderful life of my father and included the caveat that these were “all true, even if they are not all factual.”

Well, I guess that wasn’t good enough for my father!  As an engineer, he likes things precise.

So earlier this week I received an email from my dad entitled, “More to Come, editing.”

I had recounted a story I’ve heard many times before.

My parents were part of the post-war (WWII) marriage boom that begat the well-documented baby boom.  Both were from the small town of Franklin, located about 20 miles from Nashville.  My father had just graduated from Vanderbilt and he and my mom were married in the First Baptist Church in Franklin.  Before beginning his life-long career with the Tennessee Valley Authority, my father and his new bride had a honeymoon to take.

Luckily, they had relatives (my father’s sister) in Chicago, so they came to Union Station – like so many honeymooners, soldiers, businessmen (in those days), and families before them – and boarded a train bound for Chicago.  I’ve heard stories my entire life about the plays they saw in the city, visiting Wrigley Field to see the Cubs (that must have been how I got those baseball genes), and so much more.  But the stories always begin with that train ride from Union Station.

I got the story wrong (at least factually) on two counts.  Here’s the edit from my father:

David, I began working for TVA before Helen and I married. (Mother pounded in my head “you don’t get married until you can support a wife.”)  I was in a TVA  training program first in Chattanooga when we got engaged, and then in Columbia for field training when we got married.  Our first apartment was in Columbia at Mrs. Cooks on 7th Ave., now torn down. We did go to Chicago on our honeymoon.

Mary Dixie’s (my father’s sister) next door neighbors, the Standards, took us to Cominsky Park, on July 4th to see the White Sox play the St. Louis Browns. It was windy and cold.  Mrs. Stanard made some newspaper capes to break the wind. We went to Wrigley Field on later visits to Dixie & Howard’s. The Stanards also furnished us a meal.

I love both of these accounts.  My Grandmother was a very smart woman, and to tell my father that you don’t take on responsibilities until you can handle them adds to my understanding of her worldview. And then to hear that mom and dad went to old Cominsky Park to see a team (the St. Louis Browns) that had players named Ribs, Snuffy, Cuddles, and Stubby takes me back to another era.

So – in the spirit of Joe Friday – there you have them:  Just the facts, ma’am.

More to come…


Live Blogging World Series Game 3

BaseballHere we are – ready to watch World Series game #3. The Kansas City Royals are up 2-0, but these series don’t really get interesting until someone wins on the road.  Citi Field is excited. Let’s do this.

8:08 p.m. – First pitch – at Escobar’s head.  Typical New York reaction.  I think I could lip read Mike Moustakas after that pitch at the head, and he wasn’t saying “good job.”  Next batter up, Zobrist, provides the best answer to a knock-down pitch with a one-out double.

8:16 p.m. – Well, it took 15 pitches and 8 minutes for the Royals to score as only they can.  Check swing instead of a strikeout is key.  Ian Desmond, are you watching this?

8:21 p.m. – Yordano – what a great name!  I’m going to find every chance I can to use that name.

8:24 p.m. – The Mets obviously enjoy being home.  If Wright and Murphy get hot, we’ll have a series.  Wright homers and Mets go up 2-1.  But Yordano Ventura bounces back to get the next three.  Game on.

8:29 p.m. – Well, it didn’t take long for the drug commercials to show up.

8:33 p.m. – What’s up with Mike Piazza’s hair?

In the second, it takes about two minutes for the Royals to tie it.  Then Yordano Ventura puts down a perfect bunt, and “Thor” Syndergaard throws the next pitch away, and the runner who moved up on the bunt scores from third.  Thor is starting to have the same look that deGrom had in game 2 when they put together back-to-back-to-back hits. He’s like, “Hey, I’m throwing 100 mph and these guys don’t care.”  He may come back and regret that first pitch at the head.  The Mets have their bullpen going in the second. 3-2 Royals after 1 1/2.

8:46 p.m. – Can I say that these Direct TV ads with football players and their “effeminate” alter egos are stupid and insulting. I use to like Peyton Manning, but after hooking up with Papa John’s (I can’t afford to pay my workers a living wage or health care) Pizza and Direct TV, he needs a gut check and a new agent.

9:00 p.m. – Just one out in the 3rd and Syndergaard is already at 50 pitches.  But Harold Reynolds thinks he’s masterful.  Can we get some new announcers?

9:08 p.m. – Yordano makes a mistake to Thor and he pays for it as Granderson homers.  Now 4-3 Mets.  Yordano comes back.  I think we have a lot more to come before this is over.

9:17 p.m. – My friend Tim McClimon is posting selfies on Facebook from the World Series.  Candice responds that “David is jealous.  He’s watching the game on TV.”  As I see Tim all bundled up and the wind whipping the flags, I’m pretty happy to be watching from the comforts of home.

9:18 p.m. – Now I think you can talk about Thor getting stronger.  That was an impressive inning (even if the ump missed the call on the low ball on the 2-1 to Alex Gordon).  Then we get Best Buy:  “When you give tech, people just won’t love it, they’ll love you.”  Please.

9:26 p.m. – Ventura starts to lose it, and he doesn’t cover first.  Of course, the FOX announcers say that this is the first baseman’s fault.  Wake up. 5-3 Mets and the Royals have to worry about the wheels coming off.  But just as the announcers say, “Watch out for that inside fastball, it is his nitro zone,” Yordano gets the batter to pop up.  Still, Yost comes with the hook. Good move, from my perspective.

9:30 p.m. – GEICO scores again with the “Final Countdown” commercial.  I’d love to be a fly on the wall in the pitch sessions when the ad agency comes up with these things.

9:36 p.m. – The Mets may regret not getting more in that inning.  Let’s see.

9:56 p.m. – Almost two hours in, and we’re through 5.  Mets up 5-3.  And yes, I hate the Master Pass commercials.

10:08 p.m. – Moustakas finally breaks the string of outs by KC batters.  Thor is pitching well, but he is also up in the low 90s in number of pitches thrown in less than 6 full innings. The next batter walks.  Hope the bullpen is ready for the Mets. (Of course, the Mets have shown that they really don’t care about the arms of their young guns.  Can you say, “Mark Prior and Kerry Wood”?)  After loading the bases, Thor gets out of it with a grounder.  Well pitched game.  Now we’ll get a look at the Mets bullpen.

10:28 p.m. – We are into the bullpens and the game has slowed to a crawl.  Just pitch it, already!  He finally does, and Uribe does a great job of professional hitting to drive in another run.  (And yes I wrote “professional hitting” before the announcer said it…but it was pretty obvious.)  KC better stop this soon, or they’ll be too far back.  We may just have a series here.  Whoops!  Morales has a brain freeze and they lose the chance of the double play to get out of the inning. Instead, the bases are jammed with Mets.

10:43 p.m. – Mets blow it open with a 4 run 6th after Morales’ brain freeze.  That’s what usually happens when you give up extra outs.  9-3 Mets and it looks like it will be a 2-1 series lead for KC when this is over.  But…it ain’t over ’til its over.

10:50 p.m. – Uh, Harold Reynolds.  The Royals were actually trailing in the 9th inning in Game 1.  How can the Mets have been “dominated” by the Royals “since pitch 1” in the first two games of the series when you trail going into the bottom of the 9th.  Jeez, FOX, I know that facts don’t mean anything to your news division, but have you now thrown them out in the sports division as well?!

Okay, Mets…if you’re going to hold serve, let’s do it quickly.  We’re coming up on 3 hours.  (And everyone knows that 2 hours and 20 minutes is the perfect length for a baseball game!)

11:13 p.m. – Gee, I remember those nice, clean 8th innings setting it up for the closer.  Thanks a lot, Mike Rizzo.  You trade away Clippard and he’s pitching in the World Series while the Nats bullpen imploded this year and we end up with the closer choking the franchise player.  Don’t get me started.  Let’s wrap this puppy up.

11:20 p.m.  – Nice.  We get to hear Piano Man, while watching Billy Joel listening to the fans sing his song.  But of course we also have to listen to the FOX announcers make inane comments.

11:30 p.m. – And that’s a wrap.  9-3 Mets.  We have a series.

More to come…


Before World Series Game 2 begins…

BaseballBefore tonight’s Game 2 of the 2015 World Series begins, just a couple more random thoughts to add to last evening’s post.

First of all, do yourself a favor and read Joe Posnanski’s column about Game 1. Posnanski worked for a long time in Kansas City and he understands the Royals.  Here are the first three paragraphs to whet your appetite.

The Royals lost Game 1 of the World Series to the New York Mets many times on Tuesday night. They lost it when two-time Gold Glove first baseman Eric Hosmer could not decide whether to charge or back off a chopping groundball. They lost it when their No. 3 hitter Lorenzo Cain inexplicably tried to bunt the tying run from second base to third with nobody out. They lost it when manager Ned Yost decided to pinch run for the team’s best slugger Kendrys Morales, leaving the team with the punchless Jarrod Dyson in the middle of the lineup. They lost it when the Mets sent their unhittable pitcher with his Hollywood name — Jeurys Familia — to close things out.

The Royals lost it and lost it, but in the end, as, the video board boomed, “Royals WIN!” because … well … they did. There’s a story about Stanley Ketchel, a staggeringly tough early 20th century boxer who was murdered a few hours up the road in a farm town called Conway, Mo. When his manager and New York man-about-town Billy Mizner was told that Ketchel had been killed, he shrugged. “Tell ‘em to start counting to 10,” Mizner said. “He’ll get up.”

So it goes with these Royals. They kept losing the game but every time the Mets started counting to 10 … the Royals got up.

Just read it.

Second, my father (one of my loyal readers) saw last evening’s post and then sent me the following email:

According to TV the no. 1 medical problem is ED.  Daddy

What a hoot!

I’m not going to live blog tonight’s game, as much as I might enjoy it.  I fear another 14-inning marathon, and I want to have the option of going to bed early.

Finally, enjoy the Kansas City Symphony and Take Me Out to the Ballgame.

Play ball!

More to come…


World Series Game 1 Random Thoughts (The Never-Ending Edition)

BaseballRandom thoughts while watching Game 1 of the 2015 World Series.

Mets vs. Royals.  I know I’m a National League guy, but I’m rooting for the Royals this series.  (Sorry KC, I know that’s likely the kiss of death.)  I love the way this team plays.  Few strikeouts, great defense, not a lot of “stars” but a terrific team concept.  And a goofy manager who lets ’em play.  So let’s do this!

Wow!  What a way to start a game.  First pitch inside-the-park home run to start the bottom of the first.  Alcides Escobar was motoring!  What fun.

Have you noticed that the nature of commercials at the World Series has changed – and not for the better.  It use to be beer, beer, and more beer.  Now we get Viagra (yes, because everyone should have to explain ED to their 6 year old) and Opdivo drug commercials (the latter for your lung cancer).  Then there’s Eliquis.  Side effects?  Oh, only significant bleeding, spinal problems, stuff like that.  Really?!?  I know baseball’s demographic is older, but drugs have now replaced beer as the commercial of choice and that’s not a good thing.

Having said that, I actually love the GEICO commercial about bad choices in horror movies.  The line, “Are you crazy, let’s hide behind the chain saws.” is priceless.

Too bad the FOX Sports feed wasn’t off the entire game.  When we were lucky enough to get a half-inning of the MLB International Feed, I was reminded all over again of why I hate FOX sports.  Guys, this isn’t war…it is just a game.  Plus, I like to hear John Smoltz talk pitching.

I was probably one of the few people who was thrilled to learn that the two managers had agreed to play the game without the benefit of video review when the video feed went down.  Real baseball!  Like Joe Posnanski, I hate video review, as it has ruined the spirit of the game. I wish that someone had cleanly stolen a base during that time in the game and the cameras caught the fact that their leg lifted off the bag for a millisecond while the defender held the tag. For 100+ years, that’s a stolen base.  It should still be a stolen base.  End of rant.

I know the shift works because players will hit into it, but I did get some perverse pleasure when not one but two Mets runners went from first-to-third on routine ground balls to right.  If everyone is playing where God put them for the past 100+ years, neither runner gets to third and the game is 3-1 Royals going into the late innings.

Kauffman Stadium is beautiful. ‘Nuff said.

Do you think Tom Verducci has written out the cliches he uses so he’ll remember them?  Hips faster than Elvis. Hotter than molten lava. Dark Knight turns into Silent Night (after the feed went down).  Please.  Well, at least we don’t have to listen to Ron Darling who – in terms of never shutting up – gives Tim McCarver a run for his money.

Okay…into the Mets bullpen!  Royals couldn’t figure out Harvey, so maybe there’s some hope here.

Let me see, where have I heard, “This is a talented young team with a great pitching staff who will be good for a long, long time”?  Oh yeah, that would be the Nationals.  Be careful, Mets.  Stuff happens.

Thank God…a Blue Moon beer commercial!  I had thought all the beer companies had gone bankrupt. Of course, it is a fancy beer with an orange garnish.  What have we become?!?

With men on base, the first baseman has to stop that grounder getting through in the 8th.  They teach this in Little League: block the ball and keep it in the infield.  Jeez.

Wonder if I should take down my Tyler Clippard Washington Nationals bobblehead and put a voodoo curse on it.  Nah…Tyler is a good guy.  He’s not in DC because Rizzo blew it (along with multiple other moves this year.)  No need to blame Clippard.  He almost got through the inning.

Okay, we could have gone through this game without a Bill Buckner reference.

Maybe sometimes I do like video review (he says sheepishly).  But in calling Wright safe in the top of the 9th, the second base ump just blew a call that was right in front of him.  The home plate umpire, on the other hand, has had a tight, consistent strike zone the entire game.  Same for both teams.  No complaints.

Wow!!! 9th inning home run by Alex Gordon!  Deepest part of the park. Tie game!!!  Now they can stop talking about that damned unearned run and Bill Buckner.  Will we have a walk-off, or free baseball?  Could Escobar end the game with a second inside the park job?

Nope.  Free baseball coming up.

Have I made my rant about how late they play World Series games?  No?  Well, here it is.  What kid could stay up past 11:30 on a school night?  They start the Super Bowl at 6 p.m.  Perhaps if they started the World Series at a reasonable time…like 7 p.m….they might build a new fan base that doesn’t have to rely on Viagra and Opdivo.

Man, that Wade Davis has a righteous cutter!  Who needs defensive teammates?  So of course the Mets send in a reliever in the bottom of the 10th who gets a weak pop-up and two strikeouts.  On to the 11th.

Coming up on midnight.  Great game.  I’ll regret this tomorrow morning.  Hmmm…maybe I won’t make it to the gym.

David Wright is the Ryan Zimmerman of the Mets.  It is hard to hate someone who is so talented and good. But I’m glad he just struck out to end the top of the 11th.  Now in the bottom of the inning, Granderson makes an amazing catch.  These guys are good. I’m fading here.

I did not want to see Daniel Murphy come up again tonight.  Happily Murphy strikes out, the ball gets by the catcher, who then gets a perfect bounce back from the wall and throws to first to record the out.  The softest throwing pitcher yet to enter the game strikes out the side in the top of the 12th. We’re starting to see it all in this game.

And why are Pete Rose and Alex Rodriquez working this game for FOX?  Oh yes, I just answered my own question.  Because it is FOX.

Bartolo Colon – with that waistline – is the epitome of John Kruk’s famous saying, “Lady, I’m not an athlete.  I’m a professional baseball player.”  I wasn’t sure he was going to get off the mound to field that bunt. Winning run in scoring position.  Let’s do this!

Oh well…let’s leave the bases loaded instead.  On to the 13th.

Now it is coming up on midnight in the CENTRAL time zone.  Time for Pokey LaFarge to entertain us with “Central Time.”

Okay, leadoff man on! But that’s it. On to the 14th.  What am I always saying about baseball not having a clock.

Great.  We’re so late that the commercials have switched to the television preachers and TitleMax.  FOX obviously didn’t sell 14 innings of commercials.  Top of the order went down quickly for the Mets.  Let’s see what the top of the order can do for the Royals in the bottom of the inning.

And we have a great defensive play…in the stands along the first base line.  Followed by an error on the field when Wright’s throw goes off line.  Woo hoo!  First and third, with no one out. An intentional walk loads the bases.

And at 1:18 a.m. ET there’s the walk-off.  Hosmer redeems himself for the error with a long sac fly to right.  Granderson doesn’t have much of an arm, and Escobar scores the first and last runs of the game.

What a game!

More to come…



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