Osler's Razor

It's an amazing thing, this sport of baseball. I've seen a lot of things happen in pro games, but it still has a way of surprising you.

So, on Wednesday I go over to the new Nationals' ballpark to see DC play the Atlanta Braves. It figures to be a high-scoring game, since both teams are strong at the plate and weak on the mound.

So what happens? Of course, it is a 0-0 tie going into the ninth. The Braves get two men on, so the Nationals put in a new reliever. The guy loads the bases with a walk and then... walks in the winning run. Incredible. Even the normally unflappable Washington Post struggled to find a way to describe this weirdness.

My brother and I once went to a Tiger's game with a brand-new immigrant from Poland who had never seen or heard of baseball, and didn't know much English. We struggled to explain the game, and finally she seemed to grasp the concept of "three strikes and you are out." Just then, of course, the batter stole first base on a called third strike. Sheesh.

Anyways, it is not just the game that draws us in. Maybe it is the race of the presidents (pictured here) or the food. So, let's write about the food this week. Here is mine:

Fenway Frank debate--
Is this the bun? Slice of bread?
Colloquial dog.

Now it is your turn...