Tom Seaver vs T S Eliot

Since I moved to Philly (Feb 2009) I have tried to develop a sincere patriotism for their baseball team. I gave up my long-standing Mets' and short-standing Yankees' support to chant for the Phillies. However, I know little about sports, just as my brother Allan knows glaringly nothing about T. S. Eliot. But then, what the hell do I know about Tom Seaver? We each have our Tom, you see, and whether it's Eliot or Seaver, we should be happy with our Tom and not be a peeping Tom. Hence, my recent ignorance was not so bliss when I released anger at the Broad Street subway elevator yesterday afternoon (Walnut/Locust station).

I walked into the subway elevator with a few New Jersey relatives (in that, we all grew up in the Garden toxic state). These boys/men proudly wore Eagles shirts. I asked, "How did the Phillies do last night?" "The Giants beat them," they replied. Naturally, I thought these semi-drunken macho morons were making fun of my Green converse sneakers and elderly LL Bean polo shirt. No, this was not the case at all.

There are NY Giants (football) and San Francisco Giants (baseball). Thus, I apologize to those Jersey dudes on the elevator for yelling at them (I said, "Look, assholes, don't play me for a sucker, I know there are fucking football Giants--and the friggen Phillies didn't play them!").

"I'm sorry, oh Eagles fans, and thanks for enlightening me."

Just like: if there's a tooth fairy, there's got to be a dentures fairy. Just ask the gay dentists. 

Next time I will simply quote from The Waste Land:

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
I too awaited the expected guest.	230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,

Comments

[EL]

marianne moore's poem on baseball:
http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poetry/po_baw.shtml

[Natter]

October is now the cruelest month

[EL]

Yes, Natter, it truly is...