Guilt

  Had to take another break from Facebook. I have friends. In this modern world, where everybody I ever knew has moved to the four corners of the Earth, I try to keep in touch via the Internet. Unfortunately, as it turns out, that means Facebook. My friends who happen to be on the political left. Ugh. My friends who happen to be on the political right. Ugh. My friends who happen to be solid Christians. Ugh. A constant stream of their idiosyncrasies. Constant. Unending. What became of pictures of the grand kids? The garden? I’m not stupid, uneducated, or evil because I got the vaccine. Or because I didn’t. Or because I wear a face mask. Of because I don’t. I’m a realist. If I want to go into a store that requires a face covering, I’ll wear one. I got the vaccine so that I could go places that require it. Fact is, I’m pretty certain that I’m not going to die in three years because I got a Covid shot, like at least one of my right-wing friends claims.

  I follow a major league baseball team, but I refuse to pay MLB for their black-out infected programming. Fortunately, I am a SIRIUS XM radio subscriber, and, as such, can listen to the home broadcast of my favorite team on their service (for the time being, I imagine, but it’s what I now have)--Baseball is really a radio game anyhow, and I’m happy with this solution. Well, “happy” might be overstating it, but it’s satisfactory. For now. SIRIUS XM radio has a new baseball channel that is strictly about negro league baseball—something I know about already, but don’t want a daily dose of—I just want to follow my team. Daily. For several months of the year. Like I’ve been doing since I was a little boy. Several times during the course of every game, there’s a commercial break that highlights the existence of the negro league channel. I’m thinking that anyone who actually listens to baseball games on the radio isn’t a newcomer. Probably like me, and listen daily. That all be