I'm excited about the first game of the World Series.
First pitch: tonight at 7:08 pm.
Fans of these perennially losing teams, Cubs and Indians, are naturals to root empathically for the opposing team, but in a different year, when they aren't playing one another. As a child, I was a die-hard Yankee fan in a family of Yankee v former Brooklyn Dodger fans who morphed into Mets fans. I never knew anyone who had been a New York Giants fan, but they must have existed at some point in time.
After moving to Chicago, I remained committed to the Yankees for many years, but also developed a fondness for the Mets as my second hometown team. Still, when it was Yankees v Mets, the preference always ran for the Yankees.
Funny thing, last year and this year, I found myself rooting for the Cubs, and I'm very happy to see them in the Series. I guess my decades long journey to being a Chicagoan at heart is complete, or almost complete. I didn't cry on Saturday night as many grown men and women did after the Cubs defeated the Dodgers. And I still might face a major personal crisis if the Cubs and Yankees ever meet in the World Series.
Helpful hint of the day:
When expecting an important phone call, turn off bluetooth headset after removing headset, or you'll hear the phone ring, but hear nothing else when you pick it up. Then you'll call the number back and you'll hear nothing. And you'll call it back again, and you'll still hear nothing. And then you'll remember that you forgot to turn off your headset, which you left in the closet on top your file cabinet.
We saw Certain Women. It's an odd film that presents snapshots of the lives of several women, their stories revealed separately, though their lives intersect briefly and coincidentally, in one instance in a way that matters, and in another instance, that doesn't appear to matter, but only the audience sees these intersections. The characters are unaware of the connections that might best be characterized by degrees of separation. You've got to see it to understand what I'm saying.
Using the word stories to 'describe' our observations of these women is somewhat misleading. It's more like watching mundane vignettes from their lives, briefly heated by a privately smoldering, below-the-surface same-sex crush that comes to nothing, an affair briefly revealed, and a not-so-mundane hostage scene that plays out in an strangely mundane manner. Again, you have to see it to know what I'm talking about.
I don't quite know what to make of this film as a whole, though I liked it. We talked about seeing it again, so maybe that will happen. I'm not ready to rate it yet. One additional observation: Kristen Stewart has obviously been determined to shake off any memory of her as a child actor, taking on more interesting character roles, not going the easy pretty-face, blockbuster route with her career. She's really become a fine actor.