Friend of the show Bethlehem Shoals (of FreeDarko and, soon, The Classical) has a piece up at Deadspin today about the most notable Rangers fan. A taste:
His face, like Nixon’s, should probably be shamefully totemic.
Yet subjected to repeated shots of Bush, interpolating them into the game as I would any other recognizable face in a baseball stadum, I rarely think “arch-fiend doodler” or even “apocalyptic klutz.” He’s utterly harmless, and actually, seems natural in a way he never did while attempting to run the country. But the Bush reax shots–and our reax to them–are not just a question of relief. This is George W. Bush’s element. He’s no different from any number of Texas oil brats who went off and had themselves an adventure, one that involved sizable failures but never a crisis of confidence.
As undeserved as it might seem to the 66 percent of the world that loathes him, the man just wants to get on with his life, legacy be damned. For Bush, that means attending the World Series, not endlessly revisiting the battles of his presidency. Like us, he seems glad the whole thing is over.
