Tuesday brain waves

This morning arose at o:dark:thirty. I left Griffin with a hint of morning on the eastern horizon, heading in the direction of the new morning. Later, the sun was up over the courthouse in Columbia County. Fort Gordon is in Columbia County and everyone seems to be a retired soldier, particularly the bailiffs at the metal detector.

When the courtroom door opened, I got to listen to another marshall, watch an orientation video, and wait for the magistrate to arrive and beckon me to the podium for a brief statement about my case, a discussion of the missing defendant, and a promise of a final order. Then I was released to return to the bright, summer-bright sunlight, Kate's Explorer, and the road back to Griffin.

Many detours. I drove past the home of Tom Watson, one of my favorite characters in Georgia politics. I took a picture with my phone. Then, I drove past the home of Alexander Stephens, "Liberty Hall" and took a picture on my phone. Then I drove toward Madison on 278, stopping in Greensboro, just long enough to head south to the interstate.

Then on past Covington and Conyers to Stockbridge and then to Jonesboro and the courthouse. A rather dull, quiet place these days, even with jurors running back to work from lunch. The bailiffs running around like ants.

Then back to Griffin, where I took phone calls, checked the mail, talked to people, considered the afternoon, tried to reboot my brain.

Too late. I went home and watched MLB channel, as they replayed the 1982 World Series between St. Louis and Milwaukee. This was the best world series for style. This was pre-steriods baseball. All the young guys were as thin as rails, covered with substantial facial hair. All the old guys were paunchy, covered with facial hair, looking amazingly like their coaches as they age. One team looked like they got all of their players at the industrial league softball fields. The other team was basketball players rejected by the NBA and the CBA and all the other a's.

It was very cool. I forgot the series went to seven games. I still marvel that anyone could beat the Cardinals back then: Keith Hernandez, Tommy Herr, Ozzie Smith, Ken Oberkfell, Willie McGee, Lonnie Smith, Vince Coleman, George Hendrick and Darryl Porter. If they had had substantial hitting, no one would have beat them. I remember watching the batting statistics and seeing them monopolizing all of the places. It was wild.

Oddly, the Braves were good back then. Dale Murphy, Bob Horner, Chris Chambliss, Brett Butler, Steve Bedrosian. Dale Murphy was the regular MVP. Look at those players, They had their share of beanpoles and softball players too. Baseball was fun without steroids.

Anyway, we go to see the Braves take on the Astros on Friday. Fun. Fun. Fun.