Pittsburgh Pirates Back Deck Report: a hearty “welcome back.”
Last Thursday evening I lowered the Jolly Roger. Not because the Reds’ sweep of the Pirates doomed the season. Because my son Uri has become infatuated with the jumbo skull and crossbones flag that hung from the porch roof.
After the hammering rain and thunder-and-lightning blitz last Thursday evening, Uri peered out the front living room window to where the Jolly Roger had blown-up and landed in the gutter – like the Pirates’ series in Cincy. He shouted, “Flag gone. Flag gone.”
I pulled the drenched Jolly Roger out of the porch roof gutter, and once again it flapped in the post-storm breeze – albeit dripping wet and looking kinda pathetic.