We live in a weird world.
I don’t even have to explain that thought, do I? You’ve already run with it in your head. Weird politics. Weird weather. Weird AL East standings.
Look who’s first!
Weird weirdness all the way “wround.”
But then, Mets’ starting pitcher Bartolo Colon, known on this blog as My Metropolitan Dumpling, does something beyond weird. He does something extraordinary. He does something that no other ballplayer has ever done.
Last night, at age 42, he became the oldest major leaguer to hit his very first home run.
It was real and it was spectacular.
“Bartolo has done it! The impossible has happened!”
Just when you think the world is going to hell in a hand basket which means … I don’t even know what that means …
But, here. Let’s watch it again in Spanish.
“Hasta la vista, baby!”
That home run trot took some 30 seconds. He earned every slow, savoring step of it.
Colon, a career .092 hitter, will be 43 on May 24. He’s a fun and joyful presence whenever he plays. (He almost makes me think the designated hitter rule was a mistake after all.)
Bartolo Colon, my Metropolitan dumpling, hit a home run last night.
It just sounds right, doesn’t it?
Maybe this world is going to be ok after all.
Or, maybe not. But, at least we can watch this over and over again until it is.