The Yard covers a potpourri of topics, but sports is our feral grounding. As a youth, the sports page was devoured like the Playboys we found at grandpa’s house. We just did not look at the pictures we read the articles. The Yard has also had tangential and juxtaposition skills that allowed tethers to our other theme elements. Alas, the entire evaporation of sports in the past two weeks has crippled our typical thought processes. The Dodgers were looking like they could slay their demons. The Lakers appeared to have championship timbre. The Clippers and Lakers might still play in the West Conference finals if there is one. The Angels look better with Shotani getting healthy and the signing of Anthony Rendon. It was all going to be so much damn fun. We hope it still is.
This virulent pathogen has upset all of our daily lives except for several hundred thousand spring break revelers in South Beach and other Gulf Coast hot spots. Fortunately, those Darwinian test subjects returned home to infect their clan. In these circumstances, we have found ourselves with more time to pursue potential distractions. I did rekindle a years old desire to finish Breaking Bad. We watched the first season but then binged over to happier video streams. As we hunker in place to deter transmission, we have found time in the day to follow the zany antics of Walter and Skyler White in their pursuit of their dreams. It has been warm and endearing watching their daily quest to stay alive. It seems more predictable than what the traditional news outlets are over reporting these days.
The news cycles have been a grind. We have limited our absorption rate to a morning dose with coffee and an evening dose with wine. There is not a lot of good news except maybe the market’s rebound from its bear-like descent. The only people we are finding are pleased with the news coverage of COVID-19 appear to be the Houston Astros. When the virus was a thing in China and Spring Training was raging towards Opening Day, the Astros were everyone’s whipping boy. They were the poster children for a team run amok. They were taunted at every turn by every opposing team. Daily there were articles reviling the Astros and their larceny. Those sinners that were on a new team not called the Astros, were verbally abused as well for their crimes. There has not been a single mention of the Astros in weeks since all sports were shut down. The sports section is basically the NFL report, an occasional MLB trade or another athlete testing positive for the virus. The Sports sections should still have a F*&k the Astros section daily. We will have to all agree to double down on our vitriol when the MLB returns.
Another COVID-19 winner appears to be Harvey Weinstein. When last we spoke, Harvey bent at the waist and was old man shuffling to court each day with a walker. It was an Academy award performance that Weinerstein thought would help mitigate the nasty narrative playing out in lower Manhattan. Stories of his disfigured penis and disgusting assaults undermined his attempt at sympathy. The jury slammed the Harv with 23 years up the river. It is probably a death sentence for the 68-year-old. Before settling in at Rikers, Weinstein needed an emergency heart procedure. He got a few weeks of hospital care before getting shipped to Rikers. Hospital food is awful but probably seems like Ruth Chris compared to prison chow. As soon as Weinstein got shipped to Rikers, he tested positive for the Coronavirus. He immediately got shipped back to the prison hospital where he is in quarantine. While working on his appeal, he has agreed to be a test subject for the CDC and any other donor diseases.
We want all to know that the Yard has got your back. While funkering down (that is having fun while hunkering), we will try and remember the people that made us who we are. Whoever you are and what you made us into, it is what it has become. Just deal and stay six feet apart while well sanitized. Keep an eye on the old folks unless you are one and then keep an eye on each other. We will all survive, well not all of us but most of us. Actually, many more than most. Live, laugh, love it will all be over soon.