joe careccia tells a wonderful story about fred pidgeon's two grand slams thursday night at tawasentha and the fact that fred's 94-year-old father was there to see them.

thanks, joe, for telling it, and congratulations to fred for his marvelous feat. i hope father and son shared a libation like a good, stiff lemonade, or something
stronger, in a toast afterwards.

season's end may be the time for marvels, in games and out. after the twins and peppers finished their game on friday, the last official game of a very wet, often
trying and schedule-crunching season, i was walking off satellite, when i saw a giant rainbow over right field. it was one of the largest i've ever seen, and it
caught the attention of more than a few people standing outside the fence. i snapped a photo of it and it's below.

i normally don't make much, if anything, of meteorological events. they're not symbols for me. but this one felt different, and it prompted me to think
that after all our rainouts and troubles this season in the 55s, we did it. we geezers did it. we finished. we got most of our games in. and some of those games
were remarkable and memorable. most had, sometimes only briefly, some harmony about them. that's rare.

we can be as grateful for that as we might be for an unexpected rainbow.

-mike



-- Edited by mhart on Sunday 26th of July 2015 02:15:12 AM