Sorry baseball fans but the season is over.
No more blocking out four hours of TV time to fall asleep on the couch to the soothing tones of Vin Scully’s wonderful baritone, no more endless days pouring over pitching charts trying to think of who to start in game 145 of your fantasy baseball league. Time to break out your calendars and start counting the days for your trip to St. Petersburg, FL for spring training in March.
Put another way, time to check back in to the game we call, “Life.”
But for those of you clamoring for the crack of the bat, the leathery smell of a new mitt or the freshly cut grass of your youth, I invite you to enjoy the rest of the winter following me while I chase history in my Race for 57.
On a night when the Phils made an entire city fall in love again and Obama spared us having to watch the Pre-game show, I pulled a new bottle out, L’Authentique (the authentic one) from La Caumette (vineyards?).
It was listed simply as a Red Table wine, which usually means a blend, though the varietals were not listed on the back. The nose was filled with black and spicy fruit and the mouth feel was great, not overpowering but filled with noticeably jammy fruit, a throwback to a few years ago when the “fruit bomb” was all the rage.
I had really loved a lot of those wines, then seemed to opt for something a little more subtle, but this was a pleasant surprise. The 12.5% alcohol was very tame but not invisible and wine was quite balanced.
It took a few small glasses but I soon realized that I really liked this wine. And at $3.99, well, this one goes back, back, back, it’s outta here!
HOME RUN