My compulsion is this: every game I play has to be part of a larger project. I can’t just pick two teams and play a game.
Recently, I received a bumper crop of APBA baseball cards and I’m dying to play with them, but I have so many projects in the works that I’m can’t bring myself to start a new one.
Why don’t I just play a few games here and there, and enjoy the matchups?
The idea of playing a game and having it lost to irrelevancy makes me anxious. Physically anxious. Jittery and almost panicky.
I was going through my new APBA Negro League Greatest Teams set last night and thinking about how much fun it will be to play with them. I pulled out the APBA boards and read them. But I just couldn’t bring myself to play a game. If there is no project, nothing at stake, where will this game end up? Absolutely nowhere, and I couldn’t bear that thought.
What does this say about me in the larger sense? What am I afraid of?
Claude Osteen and the 1965 Dodgers beat Jim Maloney and the 1965 Reds in the one Strat-O-Matic game I played tonight, by the score of 6-3. John Roseboro had a homerun, Maury Wills was hit by a pitch and will be out for a couple of games. Frank Robinson missed out on a 3-run homer when it died in Dodger Stadium’s cavernous outfield (ballpark homer is 1/1 on an average night in May, Robby rolled a 3).
This game was part of my 54 game 1965 National League mini-season. This game existed, and, by an extension of logic, so did I.