I hate change. It’s a sure fire sign of old age. There are things in this world that I count on to be consistent.
Cornbread, the EQ knobs on my amps, a frosty Guinness, my grandson’s constant demands for cookies. All in all, I guess my threshold for the pain of change is relatively low. But it made me smile when I read this in the morning internet reports.
I can’t stand the damn Dodgers, and since they swept the Giants in a three game series just a couple of days ago, I honestly hope that somebody spits in Clayton Kershaw’s sushi. But thank goodness Vin Scully will be back in the booth. That makes me happy.