Mountain Musings


We Are The Champions


How ‘bout those Boys in Blue? I’m speaking, of course, about the one and only Los Angeles Dodgers. After being bamboozled by those pathetic, sign-steeling Astros back in 2017 and those equally pathetic, sign-stealing Red Sox in 2018, they finally, after 38 years of trying, showed the world what they’re capable of doing by capturing their first World Series championship since 1982.


Yes, the Boys in Blue have prevailed over the second-rate Tampa Bay Rays team, which hasn’t been in a World Series game since…well, since never. Nice try, but the Boys in Blue are the champions of the world.


“I’ve paid my dues, time after time, I’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime, and bad mistakes I’ve made a few. I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I’ve come through and we mean to go on and on and on and on. We are the champions, my friends and we’ll keep on fighting till the end. We are the champions, we are the champions, no time for losers ‘cause we are the champions of the world.”


Of those embarrassing 2017 and 2018 debacles, I say the Dodgers wuz robbed of their rightful place in baseball history. Why, they wuz robbed by teams that hadn’t made it into the World Series since 2005 and 2013, respectively. Shouldn’t they have been required to turn in their trophies and rings and give them back to their rightful owner, the Los Angeles Dodgers? Why, yes, of course! But that was then and this is now. Let’s hear it for the Boys of Summer!


“Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac. A little voice in my head said don’t look back, you can’t look back…I can tell you my love for you will still be strong after the Boys of Summer have gone.” (“The Boys of Summer” – Don Henley – 1984)


Yeah, I know this song has nothing to do with baseball, other than the title, but it’s a cool song and I happen to like it.


So, what the heck do I know about baseball? Very little! In fact, I never once watched the Dodgers or any other baseball team play this season. But, still, I’m happy for them because they’re the closest thing to my hometown team, except for the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim… and how the heck they got that designation is a mystery to me. By the way, I did attend my son’s Mountains Little League Dodgers games, back in the 80s.


Why, you ask, am I not a big fan of baseball? Well, I’ve had an aversion to the sport ever since my boyhood best buddy and next-door neighbor, Jimmie Utt, smacked me on the side of the head with a miscalculated swing during a neighborhood game back in the 60s. I’ve never been quite the same, since…yet, we still talk to each other!


“We are the champions, we are the champions, no time for losers ‘cause we are the champions of the world.”


Keep it flyin’ Uncle Mott