commenting again

a new comment conversation or sorts is opening up with someone who may or may not be someone i know because he or she is remaining anonymous for now and that always leads me to ponder the possibilities like could it be someone i once slept with or lovbed or knew or an old friend who doesn't know who i am or who doesn'/t want me to know who they are for some reason and that leads to the mystery cells in my brain churning up all sorts of stories from silly to sad to haunting stalking nightmares that end up making me laugh cuz i don't take anything all that seriously, especially not fear or the unknown (cuz i love the unknown almost as much as i love the finding out, the discovering, and the learning and that's what i love the most, the knowing, but there can be no knowing without learning, discovering, and finding out and there can be no learning, discovering, or finding out without the unknown so you see, everything depends on the unknown which is why i welcome it and dive in so readily) and i love puzzles and problem solving and so on cuz it inspires me to think and ponder and babble and you must know by now how much i love babbling, so...

this is the latest comment response a comment inspired (first, the comment... no wait, first the entry that inspired the comment):

what yankees?

somewhere in the background the new york yankees are bearing down on their twenty sixth or twenty seventh world series championship in the past ninety years or so which quite phenomenal from a statistical probability (or improbability) perspective and i woke from a typically brief after dinner nap to find myself thirsty with no liquid other than tap water and prune juice in the place... iced tap water it is, then, just as soon as i motivate this body to get out of the big green chair and get the liquid libation that the mouth is starting to crave...

the bloated blues still play (or is that plays... tenses and verb agreements can be such fickle follies) somewhere in the background of my mind, but mostly the silliness prevails, as usual, as the child inside remains incorrigibly blissful cuz life is fun with a hopelessly hopeful romantic heart and an insatiably playful imagination and a whatever else is inside that laughs at everything, eventually... usually sooner than later...

maybe i'm amazed :)

and then, there came this comment:

It is no statistical anomaly. The Yankees get better hands because they are dealt more cards. The deck is stacked. It is not a fair game. Don't get me started..

it was the third in a series of comments from this anonymous person and amused me enough to stay up even later than usual and this is what came out:

oh no, there we were falling in love only to find out you're a boston fan... that's my absurd humor for many reasons that you probably have to know me to understand, but it's never stopped me before, so i'll just continue with thoughts i find amusing and hope you or somebody does too...

luckily, i'm not hard core new yorker or yankee fan so i won't go bringing up the name buckner (the joke is i just did, see, obvious understated humor, that's amusing to me)... i admit though, there is something about spending childhood in new york that separates most of those who did from just about everybody else no matter how much one tries to blend in, fit in, or be part of the rest of the world... and i have tried, sincerely, failing miserably with a sob...

self-mockery is another humor i find amusing, especially when there is serious truth in the self-mockery... am i introducing myself as i attempt to communicate?... perhaps that is why i am alone, who wants a narrated life partner, aye?...

well the yankees may not be an anomaly, but this sure feels like one... receiving comments, that is... and actually attempting communication of sorts through comments... i so do not have time for timely communication, but here we are, me giving up sleep to respond in my own sideways (aka warped) way to your comment and you doing something precious to me that has become so rare of late that i've forgotten how to react so i sit here in a semi-stupor with a big grin tapping keys inspired by your words...

i enjoy watching sports sometimes, but i enjoy playing sports much more... as for any specific teams, as a once upon a time new yorker, i smile when new york teams win, but i also smile when a lot of other teams win cuz i enjoy players and don't do much blind devotion to anything... so i want brett farve to win in minnesota just cuz he's an old guy doing what he loves no matter what anybody says and that's the kind of person i root for in sport and in life... i also admire amazing consistency and longevity... mariano rivera, for instance... i thought he might have been faultering past his peak back when he blew the world series against the diamondbacks all those years ago and here he is again nearly perfect... i admire the dedication it takes to be that good for that long... i was amazed by michael jordan when he played and wanted chicago to win... tiger woods is almost amazing... if he keeps it up anothe ten years, he'll be there with the others... there's probably a lot of people so dedicated i don't know about too... anyway, that's my take on sports... the yankees did buy their championships because they cornered one of the biggest markets, but the giants, dodgers, mets, and a dozen teams in other sports have the same market to play for and nobody in any sport has done what the yankee management has done for almost a full century... that's not just getting the breaks of being in the market, that's doing the right things to continually win over the market and investing back in the market well... la, chicago, other places have as many, if not more people, but only the yankees have done what they've done... unfair?... in many ways, yes... teams from smaller markets definitely have a disadvantage and that is not fair, but comparing the other major teams that have had the same or similar opportunities along the way and nobody else did it... i don't know if that makes sense outside of my head, but it makes sense inside my head...

i miss the baseball i grew up with... the game played for the love of the game, not for the money... maybe i was naive, maybe it was always about the money, but curt flood opened pandora's box and it's really never been the same since... so i play softball and love the game and tv sports sometimes plays in the background when i am home or in a sports bar, but rarely does it keep my attention for long...

go ahead, get started if you'll smile at the end of the day cuz that's what matters most, from my perspective at least, making yourself happy while doing as little harm as possible...

i mean no harm and don't take much seriously enough for it to hurt if a misunderstanding happens... life is much more fun and rewarding this way...

thanks for stopping by and inspiring me to ramble on like this... hope you don't mind and even more, i hope you found somethinhg worthwhile in reading... maybe even amusement :)

so if you are even half as amused as i was and am, then you are quite amused and enjoying the heck out of life and yourself and the words and for that, i say yay and appreciate you much and am happy for us both...

cuz this is what the night is for when there's no love-making to share, ya know?... well, you oughta know, anyway...

cha cha cha :)