Calendars

I’m glad Amazon carries them now, and at discounted prices, close to the 25%-50% off that the mall calendar kiosks charge close to New Year’s Day.

The 2018 choices:

I just need to figure out which is for the office, and which is for home.

RPG Day

We finally continued our Hyperlanes campaign.

Glenn and Dave contemplate our next move, once Nelson added terrain pieces to the map

Our intrepid crew.  My character is the little bitty grey koala bear

Empty Diet Pepsi bottle doubling as the main power core in engineering

Crawl

Last week zipped by, as I was on vacation, and there was Thanksgiving.

This week has been a slow crawl.  Whaddya mean it’s only Wednesday?!?!?

Crisis Day 2

That was one heck of a story.

Lots of action, with equal parts funny and sad, and an ending that I didn’t expect.

And of course an awesome homage to the Christopher Reeve films.

I totally enjoyed all 4 episodes.

Baseball Thoughts

Watching Ken Burns’ Baseball on MLB Network.

The commercials show that they’re doing MLB divisional previews, which I think may be premature, with the Winter Meetings coming up and Spring Training a couple of months away.

If the Giants do not get Mike Stanton, maybe they should pick up free agents  Brandon Morrow and Curtis Granderson from the Dodgers.

There I was, the black grandson of a slave, the son of a black sharecropper, part of a historic occasion, a symbolic hero to my people. The air was sparkling. The sunlight was warm. The band struck up the national anthem. The flag billowed in the wind. It should have been a glorious moment for me as the stirring words of the national anthem poured from the stands. Perhaps, it was, but then again, perhaps, the anthem could be called the theme song for a drama called The Noble Experiment. Today, as I look back on that opening game of my first world series, I must tell you that it was Mr. Rickey’s drama and that I was only a principal actor. As I write this twenty years later, I cannot stand and sing the anthem. I cannot salute the flag; I know that I am a black man in a white world. In 1972, in 1947, at my birth in 1919, I know that I never had it made.
― Jackie Robinson, I Never Had It Made

I do miss baseball.  As I do every year, after Thanksgiving Day.

I’m gonna play a couple of games of my 1967 San Francisco Giants season replay.