Yesterday's revelation that Manny Ramirez -- arguably the greatest right-handed hitter in a generation
-- tested positive for artificial testosterone
from a female fertility drug was a worldview-altering event. I did not think it possible that Ramirez -- the sort of idiosyncratic, half-bright fellow one can imagine driving away from a Chevron station with the nozzle still dangling out of his gas tank, or ordering "fresh wine" at a restaurant, or stuffing millions of dollars worth of checks in a shoebox in his locker (wait -- he really did do that
) -- could be organized enough to adhere to a drug regimen. Even still, it's a miracle he didn't leave his drugs at a Dunkin' Donuts or insert them in the wrong orifice.
At times, one feels a sucker for following baseball (or, indeed, any government subsidy-hogging, steroid-munching pro sport -- or the ridiculously hypocritical world of "amateur athletics"). Sometimes you just want to take a break and stroll into a place where the grass is always green and Willie Mays is still batting third. Thank God for the George Krevsky Gallery's annual baseball exhibit
. It couldn't come soon enough.
The Krevsky show costs as much as peering through the right field fence at AT&T Park -- that is nada. And, as always, it features a number of stunning baseball-related works. Here's a couple of local heroes:
"First pitch" for the show is on Saturday. For more information, click here