can always watch baseball, rarely choose to, but that's actually changed in the last year. for the last decade, the color man for the Sox has alternated between former greats Jerry Remy & Dennis Eckersley, depending on whether Remy was healthy or wanted to travel and whenever Eck wasnt having more fun elsewhere.. during the lockdown last year, though, they both started coming in to the remote studio location together and it was magic for this ol hoss. cuz baseball is about the chatter, whether on the field, from the dugout, in the booth or at home. the one sanctified memory of growing up is me Ma ironing in the kitchen, with her giant fwaddafwadda arm operating the moistening bottle and ten-ton iron while listening to Curt Gowdy call the ballgame on the radio. i talked baseball incessantly when i was a kid, probably learned half the color i have in expressing myself from that. hell, my inner calendar developed its own synesthesia related to where we were in the season/offseason. i do fantasy sports now because it gives the regularity & continuity that baseball used to. i have access to all the other media but, when i check the Sox score and it's RemDog & Eck - two guys of my generation, each comprising different halves of my orientation - working the game, i stop and get into the moment of sport in a way i otherwise cannot.