But wait, you cannot believe your eyes. The second picture is not Zach. I kept missing him in mid-air. So I had to tell him over and over to go again. He didn't seem to mind. While waiting, I was practicing getting people in mid-air, and captured another boy in red trunks as he did a spinning flip. After five attempts, I got a shot of Zach as he was entering the water. Close enough, and at least he is facing the camera. When I heard this morning that George Steinbrenner had I died, I was surprised that my thoughts were generally charitable. "What he cared about was winning," I thought. I hate the Yankees, as all good-hearted people do(Yes, it's a good-hearted hate). Over the years, when the Yankees have closed out one of their purchased championships, I have made a point of turning off the TV before the final out, as a way to avoid seeing them celebrate.
Today as I was running on the treadmill at the gym, the TVs kept playing clips of celebrating Yankee teams, and I could not avoid seeing them. It compounded the yuck factor of running on a treadmill. My thoughts became less and less charitable. It pained me that the Yankees were reigning champions when he died. I was glad when coverage turned to his being banned from baseball for his actions related to his vendetta against Dave Winfield, among other things.
Another of my uncharitable thoughts was that the megalomaniac Steinbrenner timed the announcement of his death to coincide with the All-Star Break, the slowest news and sports news days on the calendar, so that he could dominate at least one news cycle, and be the center of attention at the game. I also thought about the Yankee announcer, Bob Sheppard, who died two days before, and whom Reggie Jackson called the "Voice of God." Maybe Steinbrenner figured he would need someone working for him on the inside. Not that it would help. Finally, I thought that Bruce Springsteen is "The Boss," not G.Steinbrenner, R.I.P.
Peace,
JS4
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