Different worlds.
Mar. 29th, 2014 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogIn a slightly different universe, I would've been speaking French today. Instead, I wound up using the words "sherpa" and "goomba" in the same sentence.
Let me explain.
Barely 24 hours ago, major league baseball returned to Montreal for the first time in almost a decade, and 20 years after the owners and players ripped the heart out of the city's then 15 years of baseball tradition by shutting down the season in a stupid season-ending strike in the one year the Expos were quite probably the best team in the sport. Following that debacle, the team drifted listlessly among a number of uncaring owners, the league itself being the last of them, threatening to "contract" the franchise out of existence before finally selling it to a DC ownership group that has disavowed most of its first quarter century of existence.
Few- beyond some dreamers, one vocal former Expo and at least one blogger-NaNo author ::waves:: - have long abandoned any prospect of baseball returning to the royal mountain of Quebec. But this weekend brought some hope for all of us. As exhibition season ends, MLB teams tend to play their final pre-season games closer to home, and last year this weekend's two-day series between the Mets and Blue Jays was announced as the return of the game to Stade Olympique. I'd kept an open tab in my browser with ticket info, and an open mind about finances, until just a few days ago about getting oop noorth to see this return. (Even Eleanor was maybe in for it; her company had planned a sales-contest-winning trip to see an Expos game at the end of the 1991 season, when she was very Em-preg, but the trip wound up moved to Toronto, then a season-long sellout, and we wound up at a play rather than at Play Ball that night.) Alas, this past week got crazy, and I was left to watching this afternoon's second contest from our own living room- honoring those vanquished-by-labour-dispute heroes of 1994 before the game, and then producing a mostly pitchers' duel that Toronto won.
I'd have loved to get up to see both the team and our dear friends from PQ- and maybe, if this becomes either an annual pre-season ritual or, even better, a return to the majors, we can do that in the future. That stadium will not work- it's too big, too decrepit, and too susceptible to injury (as at least one unfortunate fan found out last night)- but a smaller, more outdoor and baseball-friendly venue would. I even named the thing in the Book Wot I Wrote last year, in which Tampa's good but unsupported team comes to Quebec to the joie de vivre of an admiring public.
You'll have to read it to find out. I have a new possible angle on moving that story along, btw #mystery.
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Instead, Eleanor and I did come close to the border today, but on the Ontario side of things. We wound up in Niagara Falls NY in a short but successful quest to replace her brand new computer.
It died last night at the all too young age of about 10 days. Our salesperson, closer to home, told us it could simply be switched out for an identical unit since it had been so soon, but neither her store nor any other in our county had an in-the-box unit to sell. But the Pine Plaza store did- and so we boogied up Niagara Falls Boulevard to seek it out.
NFB was once the main drag into The Falls back when they were a much bigger deal, especially in the Honeymoon Capital of the World business. Dozens of once-sultry motels still line it on both sides, most degraded into chintz of worstz. (My favorite: the Bit-o-Paris, which could really use a bit-o-renovation- although it still proudly proclaims a "Bit-o-Paris Annex" outbuilding that is somehow even more depressing.) Yet that wasn't the weirdest thing we saw: no, that belongs to what may be the weirdest restaurant combination in the state:
Himilaya Indian Restaurant and Pizza
Hence, the comment about needing to go in there with both a sherpa and a goomba.
And on that note, to all of you, I say, goomba for the night....
Let me explain.
Barely 24 hours ago, major league baseball returned to Montreal for the first time in almost a decade, and 20 years after the owners and players ripped the heart out of the city's then 15 years of baseball tradition by shutting down the season in a stupid season-ending strike in the one year the Expos were quite probably the best team in the sport. Following that debacle, the team drifted listlessly among a number of uncaring owners, the league itself being the last of them, threatening to "contract" the franchise out of existence before finally selling it to a DC ownership group that has disavowed most of its first quarter century of existence.
Few- beyond some dreamers, one vocal former Expo and at least one blogger-NaNo author ::waves:: - have long abandoned any prospect of baseball returning to the royal mountain of Quebec. But this weekend brought some hope for all of us. As exhibition season ends, MLB teams tend to play their final pre-season games closer to home, and last year this weekend's two-day series between the Mets and Blue Jays was announced as the return of the game to Stade Olympique. I'd kept an open tab in my browser with ticket info, and an open mind about finances, until just a few days ago about getting oop noorth to see this return. (Even Eleanor was maybe in for it; her company had planned a sales-contest-winning trip to see an Expos game at the end of the 1991 season, when she was very Em-preg, but the trip wound up moved to Toronto, then a season-long sellout, and we wound up at a play rather than at Play Ball that night.) Alas, this past week got crazy, and I was left to watching this afternoon's second contest from our own living room- honoring those vanquished-by-labour-dispute heroes of 1994 before the game, and then producing a mostly pitchers' duel that Toronto won.
I'd have loved to get up to see both the team and our dear friends from PQ- and maybe, if this becomes either an annual pre-season ritual or, even better, a return to the majors, we can do that in the future. That stadium will not work- it's too big, too decrepit, and too susceptible to injury (as at least one unfortunate fan found out last night)- but a smaller, more outdoor and baseball-friendly venue would. I even named the thing in the Book Wot I Wrote last year, in which Tampa's good but unsupported team comes to Quebec to the joie de vivre of an admiring public.
You'll have to read it to find out. I have a new possible angle on moving that story along, btw #mystery.
----
Instead, Eleanor and I did come close to the border today, but on the Ontario side of things. We wound up in Niagara Falls NY in a short but successful quest to replace her brand new computer.
It died last night at the all too young age of about 10 days. Our salesperson, closer to home, told us it could simply be switched out for an identical unit since it had been so soon, but neither her store nor any other in our county had an in-the-box unit to sell. But the Pine Plaza store did- and so we boogied up Niagara Falls Boulevard to seek it out.
NFB was once the main drag into The Falls back when they were a much bigger deal, especially in the Honeymoon Capital of the World business. Dozens of once-sultry motels still line it on both sides, most degraded into chintz of worstz. (My favorite: the Bit-o-Paris, which could really use a bit-o-renovation- although it still proudly proclaims a "Bit-o-Paris Annex" outbuilding that is somehow even more depressing.) Yet that wasn't the weirdest thing we saw: no, that belongs to what may be the weirdest restaurant combination in the state:
Himilaya Indian Restaurant and Pizza
Hence, the comment about needing to go in there with both a sherpa and a goomba.
And on that note, to all of you, I say, goomba for the night....