By Roger Wallenstein
We saw some really dumb stuff last week. For openers, there was that poor sumbitch who steered his cargo ship – as large as the Empire State Building according to reports – into the bank of the Suez Canal, grounding the behemoth crosswise so that all traffic has been disrupted, affecting commerce throughout the world.
Those photos of the itty-bitty steam shovel – or whatever they’re called today – attempting to free the huge vessel would be like using a soup spoon to dig a swimming pool. Judging from the paltry equipment employed, the time required for the ship to become buoyant could be five or six months.
Which is the predicted time frame for the recovery of White Sox leftfielder Eloy Jiménez, the victim of his own folly last Wednesday in a meaningless spring training game. I never was fully aware that my pectoralis major – what we all know as our “pecs” – have tendons connected to clavicles and sternums and then meeting up at the humerus. Now that Eloy has ruptured his, we can only imagine the resulting misery.
Posted on March 29, 2021