It has been a given for so long that now there is a disaster in scheduling, so much so that there are Gothamites presenting a new theory on how long the calendar year actually is.
It is a tribute, really. To those Bombers in the Bronx ... and everyone knows that every heart and soul in the Big Apple is tied to that team with no thought of being connected to anything else. NOt baseball and, in the end, reality.
After all, they worshipped at the house that Ruth built. Forget the fact that Ruth was a Red Sox and prior to his being sold by a New Yawker to the Yanquis so that he might finance a Great White Way production. "No, No, Ruth Can't Go!!" morphed somehow into "No, No Nannette" And the legend of the great curse began .... but that is all another discussion in theory ...
But with the other big leagues teams leaving the City for points far, far west, man. ... and the senior circuit burping up a new team, the Metropolitans, it became obvious to many that the only place to be in October was in Yanqui Stadium.
Or maybe earlier it was September. But do you see the problem when you begin to mess with the calendar? Julius - not Orange, you 'Cuse Lovers, - but Caesar changed reality by his own desires and changed the calendar by adding months …
Anyhow, the theory of how long a year is or rather how many months are in a year is now being discussed so as to exclude this odd month that now seems to be pointless.
The purpose behind this ongoing conversation is to consider being humane to humanity, especially in NYC and places loyal … for the minds hard at work are thinking that this open, empty feeling must not be allowed to take hold. For this loss of direction and pointless time, which one great Yanqui seer captured forever in the words, “If we don’t win the World Series, we failed.” Or something like that. This pointless moment then, this failure, which becomes both an individual pain and a communal drain on positivity and mental health, should be eliminated.
Such is the source of the discussion.
And why wait to see if things are different next year? There is no “Boss” in play nor is there one on the horizon who will come in and take the challenge by the horns and audaciously say he will save the Yanquis, come heck or high water. So, in a time when we can change the number of planets in our solar system by mere acquiescence to a majority opinion, why not eliminate the source of the pain now. Now! Let us not wait for the emptiness of next October or November … Well, only October because it seems baseball minds have decided it may REALLY be the “boys of summer” playing for their championship in the early November snows …
Alas, the Big Apple, some think, may being considering theoretical changes to the calendar. They have seen the pain it can cause other cities. The south side of Chicago … even the years of pain in the home of the evil Red Sox. In a turn of a phrase, there are those strongly pushing, “Let’s NOT wait ‘til next year!” Let’s eliminate this month of loss, pain, pointlessness and bad timing for the … not Bronx Cheer.
No month, no pain.