Going back a couple of weeks. On the day we went downtown to the the reopened Old Courthouse, Mrs. C and I took a lunch break on the top floor restaurant of a high rise hotel. It is called the Hilton At The Ballpark for this reason. There was a day game in progress, sparsely attended on a Wednesday when school was still in session. I like baseball. It is a sport that lacks the crass violence of American football and, unlike hockey, basketball and soccer, doesn’t remind me of Brownian motion.
