Rehab: day nine

I’m still perplexed by the idea that knocking out 60 yards with a walker is somehow relevant to going to the fridge to fetch a beer.

On the upside, the Cardinals, with a big lead on the Brewers, said what the hell and gave a ninth-inning pinch-hitter slot to a chap named Alberto Rosario, who’d floated around baseball for a decade and more without so much a single at-bat in the majors. Seemingly glowing as he came to the plate, Rosario swung for the right-field fence, and was rewarded with a base hit and an RBI. This is the sort of one-shot brilliance that I always seem to need and never seem to have.





2 comments

  1. backwoods conservative »

    9 July 2016 · 6:25 pm

    Kudos to the Cardinals. Rosario now has a memory that he will cherish for the rest of his life.

    My own cherished memory is on a smaller scale. A local race car driver I was a pit man for let me take his car out on the track for a few laps during afternoon practice. My lap times were embarrassing, but it’s the only time I’ve ever been on the track in a race car, and I will always be grateful to him for giving me that.

  2. fillyjonk »

    10 July 2016 · 8:04 am

    When my dad was in rehab for his knee replacement, they made him “prove” he could bake cookies (from a mix, but still). He never did that at home, but I guess the idea was they needed to be sure he was able to fix food if my mom wasn’t able to do it for him.

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