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Saturday, May 31, 2008

May

At then end of April, the Sox were five games above .500, which didn't seem too bad, in light of their crazy schedule for the opening of this season, not to mention the injuries, and Papi's slump. Now it's the end of May, and despite a horrendous road record this month, and even with inconsistent pitching, they managed to pick up another five games during the month, so that now they're ten games above .500. If they can maintain this pace, after six months, they would end up thirty games above, which is exactly where they ended last year, and which was just enough to have the best record in the American League, guaranteeing home field advantage throughout the playoffs. And really, considering all the early season woes; the minor injuries, the pitchers rotating on and off the DL, the slumps at the plate, it certainly seems as though this team ought to be able to play better, ought to be able to win a few more games away from Fenway. And if they can do that...Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The month also ended with Manny hitting his 500th home run. We've talked a lot about Manny's hitting, and his remarkable RBI production over the course of his career, but he's now closing in on the top twenty all time for home runs and RBIs. USA Today pointed out in a recent article that his batting average is fourth best all-time among 500 home run hitters. And he has a few more productive years in him. I'm not sure where his numbers will end up, but if he stays healthy, he'll be among the all-time RBI leaders, up there with Gehrig, Musial, Cobb.

I should have posted previously about Lester's no-hitter, but the month was so hectic that I never had the time. Even belatedly, we need to make mention of that, as well as the remarkable turnaround Lester has had - two years ago being diagnosed with lymphoma, last fall winning game four of the Series, and now in 2008, tossing a no-hitter at Fenway.

Lastly, where are the suggestions for my new drink? I had one today at lunch, along with a Cuban sandwich. I made the sandwich on one of Brownstein's bialis, so I guess it was technically a Juban sandwich. Anyway, I made the drink with Glen Moray, and I mixed it six ounces to one. It was every bit as good as the first one, despite the fact that Glen Moray isn't really one of the better tasting malts. And it's a great barbeque drink; perfect for the Cuban sandwich, and I'm sure it would also be perfect for ribs. So let's have some feedback here. OK?

Thursday, May 29, 2008

A Tale of Two Seasons

It was the best of seasons; it was the worst of seasons. Who said that? Was Dickens a baseball fan? I know he was a big fan of Americana, having been warmly received here when he came for a visit. I think he went to the all-star game. But what was his favorite team?

Anyway, this has been a ridiculous month. Sox lost six road games in a row; then they came home and won every game in a seven game home stand. Then they went out west and lost five of six, including two of three to the lowly Mariners. So that’s eleven losses out of the last twelve road games, with two games in Baltimore this coming weekend. Needless to say, it will be hard for them to repeat if they cannot win on the road between now and October.

The frustrating thing is that, at various times, the team has looked unbeatable. Lester tossed that no-hitter against the Royals; Colon has had two very nice starts in a row; last night Wake gave up only one run; and Dice-K has cut his ERA almost in half. But still, the team’s ERA is up from last year, and the pen has been inconsistent.

Same is true for the bats. Everyone hot and cold. In April, Papi couldn’t buy a hit, and Manny was on fire. Of late, Papi’s been hot and Manny has cooled off. At one time, Youk and Pedroia were among the league leaders in hits, and doubles, and average, but on these recent road trips, no one has really been hitting that well. This streaky play has also been complimented, if that’s the word, by sloppy fielding. A couple of Pap’s blown saves can be attributed to errors; and he almost gave away his own save the other night with some careless play on defense.

I’d like to think that, just so long as we can get to the post-season, everything will be fine. Schill should be healthy by then, and really, all we need is for him to toss a few great games in October. Beckett started the year with some aches and pains, but one expects him to be unhittable, as always, come the fall. With Casey and Cora and Coco on the bench, Tito can rotate and rest the staring lineup, so that everyone stays fresh for the stretch run. That’s the plan, but with the AL East being so good top to bottom, there is no guarantee that the Sox will even make the playoffs. The time when the Sox and Yankees were pretty much guaranteed a spot in the ALDS seems to have passed. Right now, the Rays are on top of the division; the Yankees are at the bottom; but everyone is giving everyone else a hard time. Can you believe the Rays playing in the ALCS? Believe it.

Still, it could be worse. There have been some injuries, but nothing serious. There have been some slumps, but everyone seems to have bounced back, at one time or another. If you asked anyone in June of 2004 about the Sox chances that year, almost no one would have predicted much of anything for the rest of the season. So we’ll be patient. Maybe, just maybe, the Cs will win it all; KG will come to the park and throw out a first pitch; that will energize the Sox; and they’ll start winning on the road. How’s that for a plan?

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Name that Drink

Yesterday afternoon, Michael and I were working in the barbeque pit, grilling vegetables for last night's cookout, and quite by accident invented a new drink. I had earlier poured some whisky into a generic juice glass. As everyone knows, we usually drink good whisky out of these crystal highball glasses that Susan found when her parents moved out of their home. I'm certain that the glasses were never used previously, but I figured, if we're going to drink good whisky, why not drink it from a good glass? However, because we were working outside in the pit, I didn't want to risk an accident, so I was using an everyday juice glass. Anyway, Mike asked me did I want to split a Hopdevil with him? (There is a recent posting about Hopedevil, brewed by the Victory Brewing Company.) Of course. So he brought a bottle out from the fridge, and thinking that the brown liquid in my juice glass was the end of en earlier beer, he poured the Hopdevil on top of my malt.

Now maybe a fussier drinker would have poured that mixture out, but I gave it a taste, and lo and behold, it was great. The strong hoppy flavor of the Hopdevil complimented the malt perfectly. I should point out that I wasn't drinking anything great before this happy accident. The malt was this fairly inexpensive 12 year old highland called 'The Speyside'. We bought it because John knows the daughter of the guy who is marketing this whisky in the US. Apparently, It comes from a fairly new distillery, built on the site of an old scotch distillery known as Drumguish. The malt was ok, nothing special, but also reasonably inexpensive, under $30. I point this out only because I'm not sure that anyone would want to use a really fine malt, say Macallan 17, or HP 18, for this new concoction. To mix with beer, probably any malt or even a blended scotch will do. My guess is that the drink is better with a single malt, as Hopdevil's flavor is so strong that it might overpower a milder blend, say Dewars, for example. Another thing I should mention -- This drink has a really distinctive flavor, not for the delicate palate, not in the least bit subtle or understated. Therefore, anything short of barbequed meat, or maybe spicy southwestern food, would be totally overpowered by its taste.

I also don't know the proper proportion of beer to whisky. I'm guessing that Mike's mixture was around four to one, but when I make this next (probably at the next barbeque), I think I'll try six to one, in other words, an ounce of malt for a half bottle of beer.

So that brings us to this question -- what's the name for this new cocktail? I would like readers to chime in and make suggestions, and the winner will receive a free steak dinner, and as much red wine and whisky as he or she wants to go with it, served of course in the back yard. I think I'll hold the voting open until July 31; that will give people plenty of time to experiment, both with names and proportions of whisky to beer. Also, I think it will be good if the matter remains unsettled when we gather at Andy's; this will be an excellent topic of debate and discussion. Far better than then usual political talk that everyone wants to engage in this year. Now this may sound unfair, as I am the sponsor of this contest, but I already thought of my own suggestion for the name - A Hophead. Nevertheless, I am not declaring myself the winner at this early stage, although I don't want a lot of whining and complaining if it turns out that, when all is said and done, I end up winning my own contest. (If that happens, I'll make Susan grill my steak that night.) Anyway, submit your suggestions in the comments. Anyone can participate, and can offer as many names as he or she likes. You can even make suggestions without ever trying the new drink, although that would be a bad idea, only because you would deprive yourself of the opportunity to taste this new cocktail.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

The Gold Thong

During the entire history of this blog, and aside from identifying A-Rod as a bitch (and he really is a bitch), we have refrained from insulting the Yankees in relation to sexual orientation. Nothing about gay-Rod, for example. This restraint, I should point occur, was particularly admirable in light of the disclosures made during the documentary film, Chokeback Yankees. That movie disclosed the secret romance between A-Rod and Jeter, and how the arrival of Johnny Damon complicated matters within the clubhouse. Beyond that, our restraint has been exercised in the face of the constant refrain about the Pink Sox, whenever the Yankee fans weighed in on this blog.

But never mind all that. Now we learn that the Yankees and their fandom have been closet transvestites all along. Press accounts have confirmed that first Jason Giambi, and then much of the Yankee lineup wears a gold lame (I'm not really sure what lame is) thong, whenever they need to break out of a hitting slump. Think about that. In 2004, the big clubhouse scandal in Boston was when Millar disclosed that the Sox downed shots of Jack Daniels before the post-season games. OK, for some of us, that's not terribly scandalous. But even for puritans, for folks who think alcoholic beverages are the work of the devil, that's still a guy's scandal. Booze in the clubhouse.

By way of contrast, we now learn about girlyman underwear in the Yankee clubhouse. Derek Jeter claims it helps him at the plate because the thong is so uncomfortable he can't think about anything else. So next time Derek digs in at home, with a runner in scoring position, let's all imagine what he's wearing under those pinstripes. And when he gets elected to Cooperstown, will he wear the Gold Thong at the swearing in ceremony? How about someone donates the Gold Thong to the Hall of Fame? They'll have a special exhibit in the museum, right next to that thing about A League of Our Own. The best part of all is, as Dave Barry would say, I'm not making this up.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Inconsistency

Last year, whenever my baseball postings sounded a cautious note, G-Man would break my balls about chronic RedSox pessimism. And I really wasn't being pessimistic, just realistic. But in any event, this year, when the Sox were playing well in April, despite some injuries, and despite an awful schedule, I expressed a mere hint of optimism. What happened? A five game swoon. So then I shut up, at least for a while; April ended with Sox above .500, having salvaged the month; and then we began May with a hot streak, marred only by Papelbon's two fluky blown saves. So once again, an optimistic note was sounded, and once again the Sox stumbled, losing four in a row to end a truly weird road trip - one where they apparently outscored the opposition, and outperformed them in many statistical categories, but still came away dropping six of ten.

So here's my current assessment for this strange season - inconsistent. Inconsistent at the plate. At one time Sox were among the league leaders in many hitting categories, but as of today, nothing special. Remember that five game stretch where they scored a total of four runs? Or how about that awful Ortiz slump? Manny was hotter than fire in April, but has cooled down of late. Youk went on a tear recently, after starting slowly. Now the conventional wisdom is that the Sox have enough good bats in the lineup, so not everyone needs to be hot at any one time. And while that may make sense, the reality is that the Sox have had stretches where they collectively couldn't get hits, or worse, when they got hits, but not at the right times. Lots of guys left on base.

And also, inconsistent on the mound. Beckett is the perfect example. He started slowly, with a couple little nagging injuries, but seemed to be coming into form, especially after the Detroit win, with eight Ks and no walks. But then the other night, five earned runs in just over five innings. Same is true of Wake, Lester, and Buckholz;they've had games where they shut down the opposition, and have had games where they were shelled. Most consistent pitcher this year has been Dice-K, even though he has on occasion had trouble getting the ball over the plate. Still, his record, and especially his ERA, are way below last year.

And even inconsistent in the field, thinking mostly of Lugo, who was very steady at short last year, but who has already committed eleven errors. One of those errors led to one of Pap's blown saves.

Not surprisingly, the Sox record has reflected all that inconsistency. They've already had two losing streaks of five and four (the latter streak is still ongoing), and have been swept twice this year, once in Tampa, once in Toronto. The goal is to win each series, or if we're on the road, at least to play to a draw. But instead, we have this pattern where we play hot and cold, sweeping teams in Fenway, getting hot at home, and then losing on the road. So for now, I'm back to a cautious assessment of the season. Need to stay healthy; need to have consistency on the mound; and we need Papi to return to form. I think if Papi is hitting well, he can do so much damage all by himself, that we can then rely on someone, anyone, from the rest of the lineup to make a contribution on any given night. Really, if Lowell is healthy, with Ellsbury and Pedroia batting ahead of Papi, Manny, Lowell and Youk, we ought to be able to score a few runs.

The really goofy prospect for 2008 is that, with the AL East having become so good, while the Sox and Yankees keep an eye on each other's standings, the Rays or the Jays will take the AL East. Just this morning, I saw that the Yankees lost again to TB, and I calculated the distance between the two clubs in the loss column, but really, right now I should be worried about Tampa Bay, not NY. It will really be strange if we're all at Keen's , but no one was in the post-season. Will the steaks still taste as good? Well, maybe after a couple malts, they'll taste just fine. After all, as Manny says, it won't be the end of the world.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Andy's Photos

As loyal readers know, we recently traveled to Israel with Andy and Peggy; there were a couple postings from this recent visit, and even a snapshot or two. (Like a picture I took of Susan standing by the dairy farm, cows in the background.) But as we traveled around, and when I was taking an occasional snapshot, Andy was taking hundreds of photos; photos of almost everything we saw - people, places, scenery, even photos of me taking pictures of Susan. Plus, he was lugging this massive 35 mm. camera around, which I found amazing, because I struggle to shed every possible ounce when we travel, and the thought of traveling with a gigantic fancy camera is somewhere close to inconceivable for me. But yesterday, we received in the mail, along with a shirt Susan left somewhere, and a book about the Bible that Peggy had borrowed, a CD with 363 of Andy's photos. And so now I have to admit, that it was well worth whatever effort was required to schlep that camera all over the holy land.

Andy's photos are way better than good; they are somewhere between fabulous and perfect. I know he's an artist and all, but until one sees the evidence, it's hard to appreciate what an amazing eye he brought to this trip. It's like he saw things that I never knew were there; or at least was unable to appreciate, at least from a visual perspective. I know I'm not really a visual kind of person. If I were to chronicle the trip, I would choose to do so in words, by writing here, for example. And if I retain memories from the visit, those memories are much more likely to arise from tastes and smells, than from scenes or panorama. My strongest impression of this recent visit was the food; and in particular, those sweets we ate all through the Galilee. But I'm amazed to find out, when looking at Andy's photos, that it's almost as if I toured Israel as a blind person, missing so much of the visual fabric (I think that's a phrase from Get Shorty actually).

In any event Andy, wonderful photos, and thanks so much for the CD. You need to share them with the rest of the world. I'd put them here, on my blog, but that would only reach the five or six people who read this, and you deserve a much wider audience.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Whisky, Beer and Baseball

I've been drinking Aberlour 16, which is the same whisky as the 12, only with four more years in the barrel. Great Speyside whisky, full-flavored, softened by a sherry cask finish. Jackson gives it an 84, and whiskyfun.com gives it a point better, the modest reviews resulting, in large measure, fromthe whisky's easy drinking character. The whiskyfun guys say that even your maiden aunt could enjoythis malt. Actually, I'd rate it higher, closer to 90, and wouldn't subtract points for being so accessible and palatable. I'm someone who loves big tastes, but we don't have to go all the way out, to enjoy a distinctive flavorful malt. The real issue here, however is not with the 16; it's with the 12. The Aberlour 12 is almost as good as the 16, and for at least $20 less. So yes, the 16 is a fine malt, but in the future, I plan on saving a few bucks and enjoying the 12, which I am coming to believe is the very best entry level malt on the market. Hard to find anything as good for under $40.

Now let's talk beer for a moment. Last weekend, I stopped into the town beer purveyor, Beers of the World, in case anyone cares, and asked about getting a couple new hoppy ales. As everyone knows, I like strong flavors, and although I enjoy a variety of brown ales, stouts, some of the bigger and bolder lagers, even wheat beers in the summer, my favorite is a bitter hoppy pale ale. I think the genre is IPA, or maybe amber ale, but for example, I really enjoy Red Hook ESB, as well as many of the Magic Hat brews, all of which seems to have an abundance of hops in the mix. Anyway, the guy at Beers of the World recommended HopDevil, by the Victory Brewing Company in Pennsylvania, some little town I never heard of. And, I'm happy to say, this beer is fabulous. Big strong hoppy flavor, but not overly bitter. In fact, there's just a touch a sweetness to the brew. I went to Victory's website and learned that someone had awarded it Beer of the Year back in the 90's, so I'm not the only one who likes the stuff.

Finally, the Sox lost last night, for the third time in the last ten games. Considering that more than half those games were played on the road, that's not too bad. And also considering that two of the three losses resulted from blown saves by Papelbon, which are going to happen now and then, but not much more often than that (let's hope). Of course, one of those blown saves came after an error and a bobble by Lugo, who is on track to break Renteria's recent 30 error season record in 2005. Without the Lugo error, Pap would have gotten out of the inning, and Sox would have chalked up one in the win column. Last night, after falling behind 7-1, Sox battled back, and got within one run in the top of the ninth. Manny ground out with a man on second to end the game. The point being that even in the three losses, Sox were in the game at the end each time, and despite all the early season troubles, are still playing 600 ball coming into tonight's game. So they've got to survive one more road trip in May, this next one to the west coast, but if they can get through the early part of the season in decent shape, after the all-star break, the schedule is much more favorable. Of course, as G-Man points out, September success will depend in a large part on who is healthy. And even with a deeper roster, and some great young players coming up from Pawtucket, let's hope everyone stays healthy this season.

On second thought, never mind that last paragraph. Forget everything I wrote there. Twins took the final game of the series (what are we doing playing a four game road series anyway?); Buckholz had a lousy outing; and the Sox were beaten handily. A trip to Baltimore, and then it's back to Fenway, before that west coast swing.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

One More Look at the Akeidah

I began my ruminations about the patriarch Abraham with the story of the Akeidah, the sacrifice of Isaac. It seemed to me a perfect entry point for consideration of Abraham, and his contributions to Genesis, not to mention all of western thought, in part because the traditional interpretations of that story are so unsatisfactory. More recently, Barry Gruber lent me a study tool for biblical text, that contained sixteen separate midrashim about the Akeidah, and after reading all sixteen, I can report that there are no satisfactory explanations for the Akeidah, none whatsoever. No matter how much one reads about this event, it remains impossible to understand, if taken literally, if accepted at face value. And that’s part of the mystery of the Akeidah: How did an event that’s so resistant to understanding or explanation come to occupy such a central place in Jewish thought?

The traditional interpretations of the Akeidah focus on themes of faith and obedience. The Ramban (Nachmanides) emphasizes the difficulty for Abraham in completing this task, from the perspective of God rewarding Abraham, not merely for good thoughts, but for good deeds. God allows Abraham to earn extra credit in His eyes, for having agreed to undertake this most demanding test. Abraham earns the right to demonstrate his righteousness, if you will. But the test requires Abraham to perform an act that, while an abomination to us and to Abraham, would have been nothing remarkable for any of his neighbors. Any pagans -- the Sumerians, for example -- would have gladly performed human sacrifice, if they thought it would have brought them some benefit. Thus, only because Abraham had displayed characteristics inconsistent with the norms of his time, only because Abraham had himself come to realize that human sacrifice was ethically forbidden, would the test have had any significance. Why then debase Abraham, and reduce him to the moral level of his times? What did God prove, if Abraham agreed to deny his otherness, and chose merely to conform to the ethics of the time? What information had God learned, from Abraham’s willingness to kill Isaac, which would justify any reward either for Abraham or for his descendants?

Conversely, what about God’s command would have impressed Abraham, such that he would even have agreed to commit this unspeakable act? Abraham had previously left his home, and his family, and crossed over into Canaan, both physically, and morally. He did that because he had heard, and then answered a higher calling. If he had wanted to answer to gods who demanded human sacrifice, he could have stayed home in the first place.

The Talmud teaches a variation on this theme of obedience. Apparently, even as Abraham was demonstrating his obedience to God’s command, he was silently asking, in return, for consideration on behalf of his descendants. Abraham’s willingness to give Isaac over to God as a sacrifice should be remembered by God in generations to come. The Jewish people, in times of need, could later call on God, and could redeem this IOU so to speak. Of course, the debt went unpaid when the Crusaders swept through Europe on their way to the holy land, and it seems to have been long forgotten in the middle of the last century. No matter.

This peculiar interpretation has given way to even stranger, and more twisted readings of the Akeidah text. According to some scholars, after the birth of Christianity, which taught that Jesus suffered on the cross for the sake of humanity, some Jews came to see their own suffering as a symbol of their communion with God. The Akeidah then became a metaphor for Jewish history to come; accept suffering as a recognition of God’s love. Aside from the obvious difficulties with this interpretation, it’s clear that rabbis and scholars are twisting the story around to give it meaning outside the literal biblical text. The Akeidah story gains additional meaning because of some missing dialogue, or inner dialogue, or some events that preceded or followed the trip to Mount Moriah, even if those events are nowhere recorded. Which, of course, suggests to me that I am no more bound by the literal text than these scholars were.

The Danish philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard goes off on one of these flights of fancy. In Fear and Trembling, Kierkegaard posits that Isaac threw himself at his father’s feet, and that Abraham responded not with mercy, but with anger and cruelty. Abraham took ownership of the sacrifice, and told Isaac it was his idea, and his alone. Isaac then called out to God, and was saved. The idea here being that Abraham can’t accept the thought that Isaac, knowing that the sacrifice was originally God’s idea, would abandon God. So instead, Abraham chose to have his son, his only son, Isaac, hate his father, and at the same time thank God for having saved him on Mount Moriah. That way, Isaac will preserve the faith in the years to come.

There are modern interpretations of the Akeidah that become even more unsatisfactory. Like the idea that Abraham is really testing God, after the visit to Mamre and the debate over the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah. Abraham takes Isaac up to the mountain, but never really intends to kill him; he just wants to be sure that God will stop the sacrifice and not actually require him to kill his son. That reading is the flip side of the midrash that explains that God needs to test Abraham after Mamre, precisely because Abraham had argued with God about whether to kill all the Sodomites. God apparently needed a patriarch who would obey first, and worry about justice and righteousness only secondarily.

The problem with these ever more convoluted versions of the Akeidah story is that they diminish these two participants, Abraham and God. After all, Abraham had long ago answered God’s call; left his family and homeland; renounced all other gods; and displayed his commitment to justice and righteousness by arguing on behalf of the innocent residents of Sodom. What more did he need to do in order to please this God? Or better, after having done all this, how did he then confirm his merit by agreeing to perform this abomination? On the other hand, from Abraham’s vantage point, he had long ago heard God’s call; had recognized him as the one true God; and had entered into the covenant on behalf of his people. What about the Akeidah then would have impressed that Abraham, the Ivrit, and persuaded him to ignore everything he had already come to learn in his many years wandering through the Middle East?

For me, the biggest source of misunderstanding about the Akeidah is the failure to consider its historical context, both in terms of the events, and the recording of those events. Abraham lived almost 2000 years BCE. The Akeidah story was not recorded for centuries thereafter. If you accept modern scholars’ interpretation of the authorship of the Tanach, then the first version of Genesis was written in the time of Solomon, a millennium later. Think of that – a thousand years. Today, if we were to look back a thousand years, William would still be in Normandy; the Magna Charta would not be written for another 200 years; the world would just be emerging from the dark ages. How accurately would we record the events of 1000 years ago? Moreover, these same scholars tell us that the Akeidah story wasn’t even present in the first versions of Genesis written by either the J or E authors; it only appeared centuries later. Setting aside the modern perspective, even if one accepts that the Torah was given verbatim to Moses on Sinai, that was still several hundred years after Abraham had walked on earth. So in any of these circumstances, by the time the Akeidah story was authored, everyone knew the outcome. Everyone, including the author and all the readers, or listeners, understood that Isaac had survived; regardless of how the story began, Isaac walked down off Mount Moriah with his father, Abraham, because he then had to give us Jacob, who then gave us Joseph, who preserved our people in captivity until Moses could arrive at the time of the exodus. So neither the author of the Akeidah, nor any of its readers, had any uncertainty whatsoever about how the story would turn out. Another odd thing about the Akeidah is that it appears in Genesis almost as an afterthought. In that way it resembles Genesis 14, the battle of the kings. It has very little, if anything, to do with the rest of the chronicle; Abraham has already answered the call; he has already entered into the covenant with God; and he’s already changed the nature of justice here on earth. Just before burying Sarah, Abraham is supposedly called upon to perform this one final, and unspeakable test.

In any event, no matter what one believes, by the time the Akeidah was recorded in Genesis, anywhere between six hundred and fifteen hundred years had passed since those events had supposedly taken place. Seen from that great a distance, what the Akeidah represents, what can still be recognized despite the passage of all that time, are Abraham’s ideas, as they are represented in the text. Despite the difficulties presented by this text, what we know is that Abraham was born into a world where human sacrifice was acceptable. It was, according to the prophets, still being practiced more than a thousand years after he died. But by the end of Abraham’s life, there was an understanding that human sacrifice was no longer acceptable. If one believes in the literal word of the Torah, God ended human sacrifice when he substituted the ram for Isaac. If, on the other hand, one sees Genesis as a record not so much of the events that occurred, but of Abraham’s thought, and how that thought changed the world, then the Akeidah represents recognition of Abraham’s great accomplishment in ending human sacrifice. After all the reading I’ve done, that is the only satisfactory explanation I could find.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Clams on the Grill

Mike schooled me a couple summers ago about grilling clams. Nothing to it; just put them on the grill and the heat will cook them, like steamers. When they open up, they’re done. Take them off the grill and eat them.

But one night, when Mary Jo Speranza was watching me in the pit, she pointed out that this cooking method lost all the clam juice. She suggested putting them in a shallow pan with some white wine. So last night, we grilled littlenecks, and used Bianco vermouth for the wine. Just a little bit of vermouth in the bottom of one of those disposable aluminum pans, enough to come to a boil, and not quite cook off. (Actually, we used recycled aluminum throwaway pie pans, so it was an environmentally responsible recipe.) Anyway, the clams cook not only from the heat of the fire, but also from the steam coming off the boiling wine. And then, just as the wine is about to cook off, the clams begin to open, and the clam juice mixes with the reduction from the wine.

This technique could not possibly be any simpler, and the clams really couldn’t have been any tastier. As a matter of fact, it suggested to me that the next time we have a big summertime gathering, we could do this in quantity, to give the barbeque a sort of clambake flavor.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Manny's Dream

In an interview with USA Today last Tuesday, Manny Ramirez explained that his “biggest dream is not to hit 500 home runs, or 600 or 700. My dream is for God to give me enough health to watch my kids grow up, have a beer with them, watch them graduate. That’s my Hall of Fame.” Manny goes on to explain that hitting a home run is less important than coming home and having your kid tell you, “I love you.”

Since the inception of this blog, we’ve touted Manny’s batting prowess, especially the rate at which he generates RBIs. Dennis Eck is quoted in the same USA Today piece, to the effect that Manny is one of the best right-handed hitters in the history of the game. Hard to argue with that. Nor with his post-season production. Just ask K-Rod and the Angels about pitching to Manny when the game is on the line. But little did I know that Manny and I shared the same dreams – to see our kids graduate, to watch them grow into manhood, to have a drink with them. OK, maybe a whisky more than a beer, but how much difference does that make?

Manny’s comments shed further light on his now-famous interview before Game Five of last fall’s ALCS, when the Sox were down three games to one, facing elimination – the interview where Manny asked, in sum and substance, what’s the big deal? So what if we lose? We’ll all wake up tomorrow; we’ll come back next year to another season, to another game. At the time, as the Sox went on to sweep first Cleveland, and then the Rockies, it seemed that Manny was just letting the pressure out of the clubhouse, telling his teammates to relax, allowing them to play the remaining games one pitch at a time. See the ball. But now, despite having helped his Sox win another championship, maybe Manny meant exactly what he said. After all, it is just a game, and if it’s not as important as seeing your kids graduate, how much more of life is bigger than baseball? Manny de Montaigne, a modern philosopher.

Now speaking of dreams, one of my dreams came true last night when the Sox actually scored some runs again. They had gone five games with a total run production of four. During those five games they collectively batted around .150. Only because the entire pitching rotation was at the top of its game did the Sox manage to win two of the five, both with walk-off hits. Beckett’s thirteen strikeouts were wasted, when the Sox put up zero runs. But last night, finally, a big inning, and some run production. And to match that, Buckholz had a second consecutive strong outing. Middle relievers faltered, and have actually been pretty unimpressive so far in 2008. Okajima and Pap shut the door.

It could have been a nightmarish April. Sox had series with every AL playoff team from 2007; not to mention that crazy road trip to Tokyo and the West Coast to start things off. Then they got swept in Toronto and Tampa; they went through that recent drought at the plate; and still they managed to come out of April five games ahead of .500. Not a dream start to the season, but not a nightmare either. So anyway, while we pursue the dream of back-to-back championships, let’s not forget Manny’s dreams either.