Jezebel Doesn't Weather Well

 

 

 

 

 

Jezebel (1938)

Directed by William Wyler

Warner Brothers, 104 minutes.

★

 

In 2009, Jezebel was added to the National Film Registry as a culturally significant film. A lot of cultural changes have happened since then and one wonders if the culture in question is that of the post-Confederacy Lost Cause. In its day, Bette Davis won a best actress Oscar for her role as Julie Marsden and Faye Bainter as best supporting actress as her aunt Belle Massey.

 

Aunt Belle has raised Julie, but not well; she's a spoiled, pig-headed belle of a different sort. Julie is also the film's Jezebel. In the Bible, an Old Testament Jezebel is the wife of King Ahab and convinces him to become a Baal worshipper. In Revelations, Jezebel is a sexual temptress. In the film, Julie is more like a cross between a tease and the little girl who cried wolf. She's engaged to the banker Preston Dillard (Henry Fonda) all the while keeping Buck Cantrell (George Brent ) dancing on the puppet string as a possible fallback. The year and setting is 1852 New Orleans. Locals worry about a possible new outbreak of “Yellow Jack;” that is, yellow fever.

 

Julie is so spoiled that she goes into a snit when Pres attends a bank meeting instead of joining her for her final gown fitting for the Olympus Ball. He tantrum leads to an ill-advised decision. Although high society protocol required that ladies dress in white, Julie impetuously decides to wear a red gown. Yes, socialites actually worried about such trivialities. She won't be talked out of out of wearing red by her aunt or anyone else around her. (The film is in black and white, so the red dress was actually bronze.)

 

When Julie enters the ballroom Pres is embarrassed and everyone else is so shocked that they shun her. Pres gallantly dances with her, but he is losing patience with Julie. What ensues is a good girl/bad girl dance that ultimately results in a slap that leads Pres to leave New Orleans. Julia is ultimately crushed and resolves to reform and marry Preston, although Buck's still sniffing around the old plantation. Belle warns Julie that she may have finally overdone things, but Julie insists that Preston will return to her. One year later she hears he's back in New Orleans (as is Yellow Jack). She can't wait for Pres to show up and see her in her proper white gown and fall madly in love with her. When he finally arrives, though, it's with Amy Dillard (Margaret Lindsay), his new wife.

 

Assuming you still care–and why would you–here' are some more things that will make you reach for the air sickness bag: a good old Southern duel, a happily enslaved house staff, some mighty cute ragged black kids serenading ‘Miz Julie, New Orleans citizens trying to chase away yellow fever by firing cannons and smudging the streets with smoke, and patients being quarantined at a leper colony. Can Julia atone for her stupidity and commit a selfless act?

 

None of the principal actors came from any closer to the Deep South then Nebraska. I suppose you could say that Bette Davis was really cute back in 1938 and did her best with the accent but overall, Jezebel has as little cultural capital as a ward of Confederate bills has economic value. Henry Fonda had only been in Hollywood for three years in 1938 and had trouble bending his flat Midwestern accent into something vaguely Louisianan. Poor George Brent was actually Irish and sounded like he practiced by reading William Faulkner passages in front of a mirror.

 

I'd gladly don a red ball gown and rush into a leper colony before consuming this piece of Southern deep-fried racist nonsense a second time.

 

Rob Weir

Samuel Slater Experience is Goes Down Easy History

 

 

 

The Samuel Slater Experience

31 Ray Street

Webster, Massachusetts

 

You’ve probably seen dozens of individuals tagged as “The Father of X” or “The Mother of Y.” Generally that’s as much hype as reality, but Samuel Slater (1768-1835) was indeed the “Father of the American Industrial Revolution.” Depending on your point of view, he was either a boy genius or a thief. In Britain, he’s “Slater the Traitor.” 

 

Arkwright waterframe

 

 

Young Slater might have been brilliant, but his low stature as an indentured servant in an English textile factory meant he could never be a mill owner or superintendent. In response, he memorized the designs for the Arkwright water frame and an automatic spinning machine that propelled Britain to the fore of European industrial production. In 1789, just a year after the U.S. Constitution was ratified, Slater risked imprisonment to slip out of England and sail to the United States. He went into partnership with Moses Brown (of Brown University fame) and after a few false starts, set up the first successful textile factory on American soil at Pawtucket Falls, Rhode Island. 

 

Slater’s model of small-scale factories employing children and families was dubbed the “Rhode Island System” and dominated textile production until it was surprised by the larger investment capital mills of the “Waltham System.” (The latter shifted to the giant mills in Massachusetts–Lowell, Lawrence, Holyoke–and New Hampshire cities such as Nashua and Manchester). But until 1814, American industrialization was centered in Blackstone River mill villages such as Slatersville, RI and Dudley, Oxford, and Hopedale, MA. Not coincidentally, Slater made a fortune.  

 

One of Slater’s most successful ventures was launched in Webster, MA hard by the Connecticut line. Early textile mills depended upon water and Webster sports a large lake the Nipmuc called Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. It’s still officially called that, but you try saying it! Most just say Lake Webster. 

 

 

The Samuel Slater Experience (SSE) tells his story and the industrial history of Webster. It departs from other similarly-themed museums in that it’s more interactive. After an opening gallery that displays an Arkwright frame and a hand spinning machine, one follows a path to various stops where holographic figures appear. Early we see Slater in conversation with his master, Jedediah Strutt, who tells Sam to be happy with his lot. Another display takes us to a mock ship’s deck fronted by rolling waves. A seasick Slater walks to the front of the hold, the waves swell to wild storm pitch and (small) sprays of water “splash from the ceiling. 

 

Slater's Office

 

From there it’s a series of animations that tell of his rise to fortune and influence. As is generally the situation in museums dedicated to successful individuals one can get a bit tired of perseverance and glorification; those who have studied industrial history sometimes take umbrage with theme park-like hokeyness. Yet, it’s wise to remind yourself that a majority of Americans don’t have college educations and need a bit of Disneyesque flash to hold their attention. 

 

To the SSE’s credit, it does display an older Slater as more ruthless in his business decisions. One display of actors-in-role gives various take on life in Webster. These include several workers, a female Polish immigrant, a child laborer, residents of Webster, admirers, and a few Slater detractors. These, of course, are somewhat sanitized because, once again, the audience is not academia. You could say, with merit, that the SSE is melodramatic in places and historically inaccurate in others. For instance, many of the photos used to call attention to child labor are from Lewis Hine in the early 20^th century, not from Slater’s time on earth. (There were no American photographs until four years after Slater died.) 

 

 

 

On another level, one could make the case that such images are justified as they hold the essence of the industrial system that Slater unleashed and portend what developed in the city of Webster. This is grounded in some truth; places such as Webster and Lowell were atypical. Thomas Jefferson held the view that machines should remain forever in Europe. He lost that debate, but agrarian ideals reigned for most of the 19^th century and it wasn’t until 1920 that a census revealed more individuals making their living in something other than agriculture. 

 

 

The last part of the SSE is dedicated to the history of Webster. It celebrates the era of trolley cars, movies, thriving retail trade, and nightlife–most of it fueled by industrial dollars. If it is a romanticized version of the past, why not? Webster still has a nice lake, but it’s a toss-up if a postindustrial Webster is an improvement.

 

Rob Weir

 

Small Towns: East Haddam, Connecticut (Pop. 8,890)

 

 

 

East Haddam, Connecticut is a place that blurs the line between a lived-in settlement and a theme park. Even its entrance is dramatic, especially if you approach from the west side of the Connecticut River. The river is picturesque from the Route 9 approach, and the crossing is a 900-foot-long swing bridge. On a busy boating day, plan on a 20 minute wait for sailboats to clear out.

 

 

 

Once in East Haddam you are immediately dazzled by the 19^th century wedding cake-like Goodspeed Opera House. It is now home to a musical theatre that has attracted Tony Award winners. If you don't want to shell out for a play, a $5 ticket will get you a tour of the Goodspeed. A paddle wheeler used to sit on the riverside, but I'm told it has been sold.

 

East Haddam is not on Connecticut's Gold Coast, but it feels like it could be a distant suburb. For a lot of retail diversity you need to head toward Hartford; East Haddam is strictly upscale gift shops and antiques–unless you have a pretty expansive view of a “country” store like the one situated at Goodspeed Station. Two libraries, a golf club, a wallet-stretching restaurant (Geiston House), a nearby winery, and graceful homes make up the town proper. Former U.S. Senator Christopher Dodd hails from there, as does–believe it or not–Zippy cartoonist Bill Griffith. Several other notables have called it home, but one stands above the rest.

 

 

East Haddam was once the dwelling place of actor/playwright William Gillette ( 1853-1937 ). Before moving down the river, Gillette was raised in the Nook Farm section of Hartford also occupied by Harriet Beecher Stowe and Mark Twain. Gillette appeared in several Twain dramatizations, but was best known for portraying Sherlock Holmes on stage more than 1,300 times and once in a 1916 silent film. Most of what you associate with Holmes–deerstalker hats, pipes, dressing gown, violin–was popularized by Gillette. Even Arthur Conan Doyle thought Gillette brought more color to Sherlock Holmes than his own novels.

 

 

Still, Gillette might easily have become a famous-long-ago figure were it not for an impressive and imposing pile of rocks he left in the Hadlyme section of East Haddam: his home, Gillette Castle. He never called it that, but it's easy to see how it acquired its nickname. It sits atop an outcropping that towers high above the Connecticut River near where a ferry once ran between Hadlyme and Haddam. The river is majestic at this site as it broadens before emptying into the into Long Island Sound at Old Saybrook, just 20 miles distant.

 

 

 

Gillette made enough money that he could afford to live on several fantasy houseboats before his home was finished in 1919. Alas, he never got to share it with his beloved wife Helen (née Nichols), who died in 1888. Gillette was crushed and never remarried, but his home became a place to entertain his many friends, including President Calvin Coolidge and his wife Grace. 

 

 

 

 Gillette also loved to tinker and had impressive engineering skills. He designed and helped build a 3.6 mile miniature train to the ferry dock. He also handcrafted all of the wooden locks in the house, each one with a different puzzle-like unlocking mechanism. Because Gillette lived there during Prohibition, he also built a disappearing bar in case the place was ever raided. For his amusement he located a strategically placed mirror so he could watch and laugh from a balcony as his guests tried to figure out how to unlock it. Add a solarium, a strategically placed new invention­–a gramophone–and medieval trappings throughout. There's also a lot of cat bric-a-brac on available surfaces. Gillette adored felines and kept a small army of live specimens on hand as well.

 

 

 

 

Today Gillette Castle is part of a state park. Ticketed guided tours take you inside and should not be missed. East Haddam is well worth a visit even if you do need to have to cross the river in search of cheap nourishment!  

 

 

 

 

 

Rob Weir

Cabinet of Curiosities: History, Trivia, and ?

 

 

 

 

Cabinet of Curiosities: A Collection of History’s Most Incredible Stories (2024)

By Aaron Mahnke (with Harry Marks)

St. Martin’s Press, 336 pages,

(Available November 12, 2024)

★★★

 

Perhaps you think museums specialize in dominant collections: art, archaeology, aerospace, costumes, furniture, historical homes, science, transportation…. Actually, a singular focus is relatively recent in Western culture. Those with long memories might recall that the Peabody Essex Museum’s India Hall (Salem, MA) used to be filled with tall cases filled with items choked in willy nilly. These once-ubiquitous displays were cabinets of curiosities, unusual objects (for their day) collected by travelers that inspired the abbreviation curio. If objects, why not ideas, “virtual” objects to stuff into mental cabinets.

 

Aaron Mahnke is a successful podcaster and writer whose about-to-be-released book, Cabinet of Curiosities, is an agglomeration of historical events, coincidences, gutsy feats, inventions, tales, and unorthodox people loosely stitched together as “historical.” If you’re scholarly-language averse, don’t worry; Mahnke’s book is about as far from hardcore academia as you can get. Many of his stories rest upon (sometimes obvious) teasers or end in puns. How one reacts to these is strictly a matter of taste.

 

Mahnke blurs the line between events of historical significance and trivia. A few of his short entries–most are just a few pages–are either disputed or apocryphal. Examples of these include the cause of Rudolph Valentino’s death, a 124-year-old Civil War veteran, the Crawfordville (IN) monster, ghost stories, and the assumed fate of a member of the Franklin Expedition. (That one got a new twist this month!) Others certainly fall into the trivia category often labelled “fun facts.” These include the fate of L. Frank Baum’s jacket, why composers fear writing a 13^th symphony, a woman who braved Niagara Falls in a barrel, people with prodigious memories, and jokes that became realities. Some are not-so-much-fun facts. Do we really care that the overweight Goran Krupp failed to climb Mt. Everest in 1966, or that Gene Rodenberry, the creator of Star Trek, had a troubled history with flying?

 

Full Disclosure: I am a professional historian, so the next critique should be filtered through that lens but tempered by the fact that I’m not a snob. (I celebrate anything that sparks an interest in history.) Numerous Mahnke “revelations” are pretty well known. These include the astronomical coincidence of Mark Twain’s birth and death, how Theodore Roosevelt survived an assassination attempt, the story of the Learned Pig, the last Japanese World War II soldier, Henry Brown’s unique escape from enslavement, the link between Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and galvanism, how seances are faked, the background of da Vinci’s flying machine, and Louis B. Mayer’s sly-but-failed plan to rid Hollywood of labor unions.

 

To give credit where it’s due, Cabinet of Curiosities is exactly as it purports to be. It is as if random occurences from human history got stuffed into an attic full of unmarked boxes. Anyone who has ever gone to a flea market knows the frisson of picking through a container of the humdrum and happening upon something marvelous. Mahnke  divides his book into a dozen easily digestible sections. I would recommend that you do not try to read it in big gulps. The problem with physical cabinets of curiosities was that so many objects in one place tended to overwhelm viewers; wonderment began to meld into mental mush. The same can be true of this book, so read a few tales, think about them, and put the book aside. If something seems a bit “fishy,” it’s never been easier to check for other interpretations. Rinse and repeat.  

 

I’m not sure if Mahnke had this audience in mind, but teachers can mine gold from this book. I often used folklore in my own classes to enliven weary students. Were all of those stories true? If they weren't, they should have been!

 

Rob Weir  

 

Thanks to Macmillan and NetGalley for providing an advance copy of this book.

Did Feminism Happen?

 

An advertising insert is to blame for the following rant.

 

 

 Fifty-two years ago Ms. Magazine debuted and second-wave feminism was on a roll. Many believed that gender equality was right around the corner. From one perspective that really matters in America--sports--one could draw the conclusion that it was. Think of how WNBA pioneers such as Becky Lobo, Candace Parker, and Sherly Swoopes paved the way for Sue Bird, Brittney Griner, and Diana Taurasi, who passed the baton to Caitlin Clark, Angel Reese, and A’ja Wilson. Women’s soccer players such as Mia Ham, Carli Lloyd, Alex Morgan, Megan Rapinoe, Hope Solo have out-performed male teams for decades. And how about Olympians like Simone Biles, Florence Joyner, Katie Ledecky, and Gabby Thomas?

 

I’d be the last to deny that women have made great strides across American society. I’d also be the last to affirm that the Ms. dream is anywhere close to reality. In many ways it seems further away now than in 1972. Backlash eroded a whole lot of progress. A short list includes the defeat of the Equal Rights Amendment, the assault on Roe v. Wade, pay inequity, and cultural changes that negatively impacted women.

 

The last should never been undersold. Reagan tried to tell us that women were already equal, though he coddled anti-feminists like Phyllis Schlafly and rightwing evangelicals.  Fox News specializes in bimbo culture, with its leggy blondes (natural or bottled) and its willingness to peddle backdoor GOP idiocy such as attacks on Hillary Clinton's pant suits. It played a large role in helping Trump defeat her and is pulling out the stops again against Kamala Harris. In a feminist world Clinton would have swamped the smarmy Trump and the upcoming election would be a Harris runaway.

 

Trump embodies the ways in which feminism as a movement has lost its mojo. Here’s a guy who brags about grabbing women’s genitals, was found guilty of sexual assaulting E. Jean Carroll, and at last count has been accused of abusing 25 others. Yet somehow he promises to be a “protector” of women and many deluded souls believe him.

 

What to do? Answer: Change the culture. Baby Boomers led the fight for gender equality until too many fell prey to economic greed. Gen X did a bit better simply by kicking down a few doors, but though it will anger some to hear it, things have stalled under Millennials and Gen Z. Pick your reasons why. Solipsism? Short attention spans?  Materialism? I’m tempted to add that they place too much faith in politics and not enough in how they live.

 

 Socialization is generally considered the most important factor in how a child will come to view the world. Some parents are great–one of my favorite moms (and people) ever made sure her daughter had sports equipment, books, and toys that sparked her imagination, not those that simply anesthetize. This sort of put-your-ideals-into-action mechanism is no guarantee that everyone will shout out “the kids are alright” (apologies to Pete Townshend) but it can’t hurt. It’s what every parent, aunt, uncle, grandparent, teacher, and employer should do. 

 

 

This brings me to the insert. One of this household’s favorite pastimes is perusing junk mail catalogs for the tackiest or coolest thing on each page. Who could resist one titled “Top Toys”? I wish we had! It depressed me to consider how little has changed. We still live in a pink and blue world. It’s still girls as passive domestics and boys doing the things they've always been expected to do. It’s action figures for boys and Barbie for girls. (Apparently not many viewers got it that the movie Barbie was a take-down of traditional roles.) Trucks, guns, Hot Wheels, Star Wars, and dinosaurs for the XY kids and princesses for the distaff side, though realistically they should prepare to be homemakers and cleaners.

 

Sure, you could take away a girl’s Barbie and hand her a Transformer, but the way socialization works is that: (a) She will still want the Barbie, or (b) Suffer ostracism from peers for being a weird kid. Reverse and give a boy a Barbie and it doesn’t get better. A better option might be for consumers to boycott stores that promote blatant gender discrimination.

 

I’ll entertain the idea that I’m making a mountain out of a mole hill but take a look for yourself before you conclude that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rob Weir

 

 

The Twisted World of Billy Connolly

 

 

 

Tall Tales & Wee Stories (2019)

By Billy Connolly

Two Roads, 325 pages.

★★★

 

Billy Connolly will be 82 next month. He has nee called the funniest comic in British history. That’s debatable, of course, though he has been knighted. That’s pretty funny, as he’s a supporter of Scottish independence!  Americans might know him best for his work in TV and movies, like Mrs. Brown (1997), a Muppets movie, or in Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. The last two are hilarious given that Billy Connolly is one of the filthiest comedians ever to make the stage roar.

 

If you pick up his Tall Tales & Wee Stories, you might want to keep it out of reach until young whelps are ready for blue words–say six when they hear them in school. Connolly is Lenny Bruce unleashed. (Bruce got arrested for material that has gone from obscene to routine.) Connolly’s also an example of what happened once Scotland threw off the chains of John Knox-style Presbyterianism. These days you’ll run into people who think the Scots are the funniest people on the planet. T’was not always so. Until World War II, Scots were as grey and gloomy as their weather.

 

Connolly came of age in gritty postwar Glasgow, was abandoned by his mother, was raised by two aunts, and became a welder. In other words, a working class outlook with no time for bourgeois niceties. This became fodder for the no-whinging first section of his book: “Childhood & Family.” Thank heaven for someone who can say of deprivation, “Nonsense! When you’re a wee boy it’s not like that.” The things that rankled were a visiting priest that ate all the good crumpets and pretense. All of sudden their tenement had a “cloakroom.” (“ Bloody ‘cloakroom.’ She thinks it’s a dance hall she’s in.”) Connolly’s rants against mathematics, substitute teachers, and telling a cardinal to “fuck off” are priceless. Outings to swim in the North Sea led to one of his greatest lines: Scots aren’t white people; they’re translucent blue.

 

 

 

Rock n’ roll, the folk revival, and the counterculture fit Connolly like a condom, which he hates by the way. He’s six feet tall, but projects the ‘tude and swager of someone even more substantial and gained the nickname “Big Yin." He certainly cut a commanding figure with a bull neck,  a wild, long mane and striding in his banana boots. Wait! Did I say banana boots? Yep. They were his trademark for a while and are still on view at the People’s Palace in Glasgow. Connolly is also a very good musician who still gets called upon to pick up an instrument (banjo, guitar, autoharp) for gigs and studio recordings with traditional musicians.

 

In in “Scotland and Beyond” Connolly regales us with observations about the Irish, Australians, waiters who don’t offer menus, Scots getting drunk on crème de menthe, rain, and the British National Anthem. He’s okay with the idea of “saving the Queen” in the latter, but overall the anthem is “boring… appalling… racist.. and anti-Scottish.” Leave it him to link the anthem to poor showings in the Olympics.  

 

The chapters get bluer as he delves into “Real Characters”–never trust a comic who uses the word real– “Accidents and Adventures,” “Sex, Drugs & Folk Music,” and “A Life Worth Living.” He offers commentary such as, “Never trust a man who, when left in a room with tea cosy, doesn’t try it on;” and “if you’d like to lose weight, never eat anything that’s served in a bucket. A bucket is the kitchen implement of the farmyard.” He hates  stupid questions, like when you witness an accident and you’re asked, “Can you tell us in your own words what happened?” ‘What, do you think I have my own words? Who would I talk to?’” You name it and Connolly has a twisted POV: computers, “beige” people, naked bungie jumping, cuddling, sexy bandages, scrotums, vomit, New Age nonsense, and swearing (he’s for it).

 

I’m a huge Billy Connolly fan, so why just three stars? First, Connolly often goes for cheap jokes and second, non-Scots will be baffled by some of his tales. Mainly, though, Connolly has to be seen to be appreciated fully. His comedy is akin to the manic energy of the late Robin Williams; it’s often not what he says, but how he says it. Read his cuddling story and then see it on YouTube. Connolly has been married to a psychologist for the past 35 years. Take from that what you will!

 

Rob Weir

2024 MLB Wrap Up and Predictions

 

 

 

The Major League Baseball 2024 regular season is now in the books. As usual all the pundits, including me, gave prognostication a bad name. Here's a postmortem of the regular season followed by my postseason predictions.

 

There are a few things about which we can be thankful, plus a few rants.

 

            1. We don't have to watch any of the perennial lambs go to the slaughter once again. The Tampa Bay Rays should be renamed the Crayfish. That’s appropriate for a team that spends about $75 on its roster.

 

            2. Minnesota should be christened the Twinkies. Every year they are big pretenders in a division as soft as the aforementioned pastry, but I doubt they would win a postseason series were Kirby Puckett to rise from the grave.

 

            3. Seattle once again came close to making the postseason, but my advice is never bet on the Mariners;  they will rain on your dreams every time.

 

            4. The Cubs did a terrible thing by winning the 2016 World Series. They were lovable losers. Now they're just bums.

 

            5. There's hope in Boston even though Bay Staters would like to eviscerate ownership for being cheap. I'm not a Red Sox fan but this team has a future. They got close to the postseason in today's “Every Kid Gets a Wild Card” setup. They have nice young talent and a better bullpen could have easily gotten them a Wild Card in 2024.

 

            6. Much has been made about the White Sox historic 121-loss season. That was ugly, but we ought to hang a Hollywood-sized LOSER sign in Anaheim where the Angels lost 99 games and finished six games behind Oakland, which didn’t even pretend to compete. What a freaking waste the Angels have been of Mike Trout’s career! If I were he I'd hang ‘em up now and wait for the Hall of Fame to call.            

 

            7. Will MLB ever learn that nobody cares about summer baseball in Florida? Another 100-loss season for the Miami Dead Fish and another of drawing AA-sized crowds in both Miami and Tampa.

 

            8. When MLB talks about its colorful past, Pittsburgh and Cincinnati are mentioned because what else is there to talk about? It could ask the same about Denver, except it doesn't have a colorful past.

 

            9. Back up the van in Toronto, San Francisco, and St. Louis.

 

 

And now for my predictions that will probably collapse by the end of the week.

 

American League Wild Cards:

 

Tigers over Astros: Houston was Jekyll and Hyde all year and Detroit figured out it's best to be hot in the autumn.

 

Orioles over Royals, though I'd not be shocked if it went to the other way.

 

 

National League Wild Cards:

 

 Mets over Brewers: Milwaukee’s pitching is mediocre and the Mets can hit.

 

Padres over the Braves,  though I’m not sold on either of them. San Diego needed a surge to get there and the Braves dithered for much of the season.  

 

AL Division Series:

 

Guardians over Detroit: Just like it was in the Central Division. Cleveland is the best small ball team in MLB.

 

Orioles or Royals over the Yankees.  New York had the best record in the AL, but it still can't score if Judge or Soto don't hit home runs. Between them they knocked in 1/3 of all the runs the Yankees scored this year! The Yankees also have a terrible bullpen and a robot manager who thinks it's creative to flip Soto and judge in the order. I'm a Yankees fan, but I do not believe in this team.

 

I'm picking the Guardians to win the American League Pennant.

 

NL Division Series:

 

I think the Phillies will sweep whomever they play.

 

The Dodgers over San Diego in four. The Padres are another perpetual disappointment team.

 

Phillies over Dodgers in five games to win the NL pennant because Mookie Betts doesn’t pitch and neither can Othani (this year).

 

World Series:

 

Call me a sentimental fool but I think that Cleveland will win the World Series because Stephen Vogt is a better manager than Rob Thompson. That matters in the World Series.

 

Codicil: Should the Yankees make it to the World Series, they will lose for the reasons I stated above.