Point of View: As It Should Be
It seemed reading the paper the other morning that all was chaos, and yet . . . and yet the baseball season had begun!
And, somehow — for that moment at any rate — everything seemed all right, everything seemed natural, and fitting, and harmonious — just as it should be.
And, what’s this, the Mets won!
And what’s this, the Yankees lost!
On opening day. The lowly raised up and the mighty fallen — just as it should be.
How will it work out? Who cares — the season’s begun. Just play ball. Watch it onto your bat, watch its flight in the air, watch it come to rest in your glove. The pastime that hangs on moments has come around again.
The setting is tranquil, the fans raucous, life blooms.
Yet blooms amid gore, our fanatical gore that’s unnatural, unhinged.
How will it work out? It must work out, or what’s life for?
Herewith the scores:
Red Sox 8, Phillies 0.
Mets 3, Nationals 1.
Tigers 4, Twins 2.
Blue Jays 6, Yankees 1.
Orioles 6, Rays 2.
Royals 10, White Sox 1.
Mariners 4, Angels 1.
Dodgers 6, Padres 3.
Rockies 10, Brewers 0.
Reds 5, Pirates 2.
Braves 2, Marlins 1.
A new season has begun.
Envoi
Someone not long ago suggested the Parrish Art Museum might want to upgrade its menu as befitting an upscale art museum.
So here are my recommendations for the Op and Pop boutique restaurant:
Cubist Carrot Sticks, assemble and reassemble as you wish to achieve greater context.
Minimalist Munchies, pared down to the essentials.
The Pointillist Panini, an artful combination of ham and cheese designed to please any palette.
Hard-Edge Cuke Sandwich (with crunchy crusts).
Fauvist Frank, with sauerkraut, of course.
Constructivist Triple Decker (deconstructivist ones for weight-watchers).
Bauhaus Burger, the classic kind, simplify, simplify.
Surreal Suchi (with vision-guaranteed wasabi).
Rococo Coconut Water (in neoplastic containers).
Ashcan Po’boy, the people’s choice.
Dada Ensalada, absolutely unreal seasonal mix.
Pop Tarts (for swingers).
Art Deco Creme Brulée, get down and Erte.
Expressionist Espresso, an emotional experience, you’ll scream!