Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It’s just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It’s just the wasted years so close behind
–The Velvet Underground
“Sunday Morning”
What to do, Sunday morning, the wasted years so close behind? Same thing as always: Read the funnies. Read the sports.
First, a combination of the two, for those not lucky enough to have yet found their way to wezen-ball‘s recollection of the greatest home run chase of all time: Snoopy taking on the Babe.
Sunday, of course, is well-known among spiritually unaffiliated journeymen such as myself for being a day of crushing existential nothingness. If you suffer from this malady, and Snoopy didn’t quite bring you out of it, then probably nothing can. But if you can’t beat existential nothingness you might as well join it with Garfield Minus Garfield.
Then, on to the sports pages. They’re pretty rich for the baseball fans of the world right now, what with spring training and all its many “everything will be wonderful for everyone” stories. Ever since The Griddle sadly came to an end, I have come to rely on Shysterball even more heavily than ever for all the baseball news that matters. Shysterball’s sole dynamo of high-quality content-production, Craig Calcaterra, sums up the enjoyable nature of this time of year for baseball fans in a post that includes this perfect Sunday morning prayer:
“Please, for a little while, deliver us from meaning, baseball.”
The hope of spring and youth and new beginnings is all well and good, but I’m a backward-looking fellow, and the sports stories that always eased the pain of empty Sunday the most, even when I was kid, were the ones that answered the question “Where are they now?”
I am going to try to make that question as it pertains to players that have been featured on this site a regular feature of the Cardboard Links posts. I figured I better start things off by considering the whereabouts of the most important duo to have graced these pages. Whither Pole and Lacock?
Finally, if you’ve read everything there is to read and still feel like you’re, you know, stuck in Lodi, then there’s always the time-killing diversion of watching idiots make fools of themselves on the internet. The video below is as good a place as any to start, I guess. I happen to have it on good information that it was recorded last night by someone who has had the tune in his head for weeks and who was at the time enjoying the prelude to the head-pounding Sunday morning he is currently enduring.
Cardboard Gods 
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