If you’ve been reading my posts more closely than they deserve you may recall Nancy and I watched the movie “Moneyball” at about the time my condition was bottoming at the hospital. Actually, due to an inept handling of the remote control, I watched the first hour or so twice. Well, a couple of nights ago we watched it again and I can say that I could not find a single scene that was familiar. I remember that I did not much enjoy my hospital stay, but the drugs do seem to have suppressed a good deal of the worst.

It’s a decent movie, by the way. There’s some serious power in the major stars, and the on-field action (what isn’t just taken from archival MLB broadcast footage) is pretty believable. With the benefit of a Netflix DVD rather than hospital streaming I was able to watch the extra features which mention that all the players were cast with guys who’d at least played college ball and even some pros. The one exception plays Scott Hatteberg, who has given his blessing to the portrayal of his awkward performance learning first base after injury ended his catching career. Nancy mentioned that it’s the first baseball movie we’ve seen that didn’t bother to graft on a love story.