DYING ON THE JOB
I guess maybe I'm the only person that finds beyond amazing that only one person in the entire history of major league baseball has died during the course of a game of from injuries resulting from something that happens in a game. Consider that helmets were not even worn until the middle 20th century. Now take into account that multiple batters get hit in the head with 90-100 mile per hour pitches and are protected by helmets right now. Probably just me, but I'm thinking that getting hit in the head by a 90 mile an hour pitch hurts or knocks you silly for a while. Geez....I mean, I was knocked out cold in grade school by a ball thrown about 40 miles per hour. I feel bad and a bit confused that Ray Chapman was the only man every hit by a pitch in the head and later died due to that injury. I think someone should do a dissertation on the history of head injuries in major league baseball. That's my idea of excitement.
DYING ON THE MOVIE SET
Bruce Lee......Brandon Lee........and the 1983 Twilight Zone movie....all a bit bizarre and tragic and if people had been even a little more careful such tragedies could be avoided. I know.....not that interesting, but you really don't expect to go work on the movie set and not come home.
DYING ON THE CONDUCTING PODIUM
Just as poor Ray Chapman was able to walk off the field in the baseball game which would ultimately be his last, Jean Baptiste Lully was able to leave the orchestra hall the night that he stabbed himself in the foot with a conducting mace while beating time as the conductor or leader in a undoubtedly fabulous musical performance. The result of stabbing himself in the foot was gangrene which Lully refused to have looked at. This would eventually lead to his death. There have been others, like Guiseppe Sinopoli who died in the middle of conducting a performance of Aida. They say if you gotta go, go doing something that you love. I love sleeping. That would work for me.
GRIPE OF THE DAY
My gripe of the day is this - I'm as big a baseball fan as anyone...and son loves baseball too. I live 15 minutes from Dodger Stadium. The minimum price for a ticket for the World Baseball Classic is 150 bucks. We can't go. So....I don't really know what I'm griping about....either it's that I'm not rich or they should have written test of baseball knowledge and baseball enthusiasm to determine who should really be allowed in the stadium for such huge events. Sorry for boring you all with my baseball banter but it's one of my passions and that's why this very very boring blog got started.
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