Grasshopper Soup: Take me out to the vote game
November 2, 2010
TRUCKEE/TAHOE, Calif. and#8212; Life doesnand#8217;t get much better than last weekend, except for all the other best times. The 49ers played a home game in London, England (San Francisco, London, same thing). They beat the Denver Broncos, and Lyle Lovett, a truly unique American voice in his own right, belted out a strong and deeply personal rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, accompanied by a stand up bass player sitting down, to begin game four of the World Series. Then George Bush dragged his infamous son George and#8220;Wand#8221; out to the pitcherand#8217;s mound to throw the first pitch. It wasnand#8217;t even a wild pitch. The throw looked like a perfect strike, proving Republicans can do something right. Compare that to Obamaand#8217;s first pitch at whatever game that was earlier in the season. Hopefully, his throw was no indication of what his next two years as president will be like. That could be as difficult to deal with as learning your new hip replacement has been recalled.
Then, Laura Bush yawned as big as the Lone Star State in the bottom of the ninth inning, just a pitch or two before the Giants sealed their win over the Texas Rangers. It was a great Halloween for the city by the bay, not quite as much of the usual torture San Francisco Giants fans have grown to love.
Seeing the father and son duo share the honor of the first pitch was probably a big downer for some left-wing extremists, or at least an opportunity for them to make surly, negative remarks. Why not? Somebody has to maintain the status quo. Donand#8217;t count your Bushes before they pitch.
Of course, the nature and quality of the status quo changes from place to place, group to group. It depends on who you hang with.
The day after was even more perfect for the San Francisco Giants and fans. They won the World Series. Pitcher Tim Lincecum, the Freak, beat the conservative Texas Rangers.
Please donand#8217;t take my politics and baseball metaphors too seriously. I have no desire to pit political groups against one another. Somebody started that battle long before I ever came along. I refuse to be suckered in by it. I just like to watch the ongoing spectacle, especially now that the national debt is such a major issue. Canand#8217;t Buffalo, N.Y., (and probably San Francisco) at least cut taxpayer funded cosmetic surgery for teachers and their families?
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Maybe someday politicians will actually praise their political opponents instead of lying about them, and point out each otherand#8217;s strengths and virtues instead of mischaracterizing their voting record, which often doesnand#8217;t mean a thing because most bills are so full of pork and unrelated items there are all kinds of reasons to vote for or against them.
Someday we might even see an end to hyper-partisanship, cheating and election fraud, and people basing their opinions on five second sound bites edited out of context. Imagine! Actually getting along with your political opponents. Thatand#8217;s what everybody says they want, including Obama. So why isnand#8217;t it happening? Because we donand#8217;t want unity and cooperation as much as we want to have things our own way. And, apparently, too many voters are too gullible. You canand#8217;t always get what you want.
Itand#8217;s too bad we canand#8217;t always know everything about all the candidates and all the issues by the time we get to the voting booth. Sometimes, all you can do is spin around three times, blindfolded, and try to pin the tail on the donkey.
Bob Sweigert is a Sierra Sun columnist, published poet, ski instructor and commercial driver. He’s lived at Lake Tahoe for 27 years.