Thoughts on the All Star Game

Tonight, I wandered down to the Point, and eventually over to the Northshore, to sample the All Star Game atmosphere tonight in the hours leading up to the Home Run Derby. It was nice to sample the obvious civic pride, and more than once I overheard people, presumably outsiders, expressing nothing short of astonishment at how pretty this city really is, which brought forth from me a surprising rush of pride in my adopted city. As one might expect, a certain number of security precautions was visible, but nothing overly intrusive. Still, though, it's unsettling -- Coast Guard skiffs in the river, just off the promenade, armed front and back with big 16mm cannons, an occasional fly-by by a circling Cobra that literally bristles with weaponry.

At home, the military fly-by must have passed over my house, just barely subsonically. I lacked the vantage to see the planes, but there was no mistaking the sound of several fighter jets buzzing the rooftops of Stanton Heights on their way to the stadium.

We've always loved our weaponry, which has, at critical times, secured freedom for ourselves and others. And this long preceded 9-11. It would be the worst kind of revisionism to ascribe all of this to the recent climate of fear prevailing in this country.

But it wasn't the same. It wasn't. And it's passing strange to wonder whether I will be hassled for training the lens of my camera on the Coast Guard gunskiff or a phalanx of police mugging in a facsimile of dispassionate professionalism. I remember feeling that sort of apprehension before, but in Mexico, not here, or at least not here before 9-11.

I choose, in any event, to revel in the positive publicity this event is bringing to Our Fair City, and now I choose to close this post as the Home Run Derby begins.