Fall Crass-ic

It's late October, and that means the World Series, and that also means, oh my God, a baseball team from Washington D.C. could actually win the whole chalupa. The Nationals beat both of the Astros' nuclear arms (Gerrit Cole and JustinVerlander) on the Astros' own turf, and now they're headed to D.C. with a 2-0 lead in the Series and, oh my God, this could actually happen.

This is completely crazy. It's also karma, of a sort, cosmic payback for jackass Astros' exec Brandon Taubman taunting women reporters in the 'Stros clubhouse by loudly crowing about how great it was to have girlfriend-beater Rafael Osuna on their roster.

Well, neener-neener-neener.  Take that, ya bums.

But enough about the karma. Let's talk about the crazy.

That the Crazy People have had themselves a week is both obvious and disturbing, in the sense that it's become such a numbingly every-week occurrence. Crazy is apparently our new normal in America, and  so when the Crazy People physically obstructed lawful testimony in a lawful impeachment proceeding, it wasn't nearly as shocking as it should have been.

Mob rule and goon tactics: Apparently that's just how a certain species of Congress critters rolls these days in service to their mad king. All that's missing are the torches and pitchforks.

And now, no doubt, you may be asking this: "But Mr. Blob, what do the Crazy People have to do with the Fall Classic?"

Well, nothing, directly. But it bears mentioning, as a cautionary tale, that the Crazy People have a whole crazy constituency cheering them on -- and at least one of them is, yes, a Major League Baseball umpire.

That would be one Rob Drake, who yesterday posted, and then swiftly took down, a tweet that said he was gonna go buy him an AR-15 and start a whole new "Cival (sic) War" if Our Only Available President is impeached. MLB is apparently looking into the matter, but it's important to understand there is more than one Rob Drake out there.

They are, after all, exactly the constituency the Crazy People were reaching out to with their Soccer Hooligans For 'Merica circus act yesterday. And that ought to be more than troubling.

That ought to scare the hell out of us.

Update: The Astros fired Taubman yesterday, a makeup call akin to closing the barn door after the horse was gone and running free like in that Michael Murphey song about a horse named Wildfire. Or, you know, something like that.