Prithee, Barry, How Now Shall We Know Thee?

/       ˘         /        ˘    ˘        /        ˘        ˘     /          / 

Pri-  thee,  Bar-  ry,  how  now  shall  we  know  thee?


Preface to the Post: 


Barry Bonds played some baseball. His head got much larger, but I do not feel the need to go into why his head got much larger. That's not my goal here. (Can you find the goal?) Ken Burns has made a new documentary that "documentarys" "the story of baseball" where his last "the story of baseball" left off, though I like to think of this sequel as primarily an editorial exercise for Ken. "Can I still garner recognition and pull America's heart strings with stock footage from the nineteen-eighties?"


Robert Siegel of All Things Considered recently interviewed Burns who pitched the film under the influence of a strong narrative. (Can you find the narrative?)


You: 


Paul, this is all so humbly straightforward and lacking in disconcerting repetition to a fault. And, hey, why aren't our sentences as grammatically symmetrical as yours? And what about 9/11? And we're not sure how accurately you scanned that pentameter. What's that sound?


Me:

"Cool Hat"

Barry Bonds played some baseball. You witnessed that. Or you didn't. In which case countless others and countless cameras did. But. Just in case none of those people or film footages happened to relay the Barry Bonds Experience in America to you directly, Ken Burns (director), with his upcoming documentary Baseball: The Tenth Inning (Which I can only assume is a followup to the remarkably unpopular The Black Irish Puzzle: Top O' the Nineteenth Century), would like to convey a few things to you about said Barry Bonds Experience in America.


Confucius say: When directly fails, call director.

Now let's assume that you've never heard of Baseball: The Tenth Inning, or Ken Burns (do you live in a cave or something?), or even baseball. Or maybe it's something other American vessels blip on the perimeter of your radar screen. It's a blip between deep-fried butter and maize art (neither of these (n'ese?) n'ese to be confused with deep fried art as your collection of deep fried art is under lock and key in the study next to your liberal arts degree that you display in a bell jar that you are polishing with your left hand as you scroll down this blog with your right. Ahem). It's out there, baseball is, somewhere.

Okay, we (us) have assumed these things on your (our) behalf. Now: 
WHO WILL TELL US WHAT KEN BURNS IS TRYING TO TELL US?

It's Robert Siegel of All Things Considered.

So, just to wrap up (we keep it tidy here): If you missed out on All Things Considered, and before that Ken Burns, and before that a decade or two of news and every human who might have happened upon that decade or two, and before that Barry Bonds, we (I (Paul)) have you covered:

Barry Bonds is complicated, please care. "Shakespearean."

The META Section, Page D6:


Obviously, I am going to watch this and have a genuine desire to  it's going to be awesome. Thank you, Robert Siegel, Ken Burns, and Barry Bonds. I am sure there is other information in Baseball: The Tenth Inning besides "Barry Bonds played baseball and it was way Shakespearean," but we all know why we're watching. And so does Robert Siegel, and so does Ken Burns. I just hope someone told Barry Bonds.


Also, the 9th Anniversary of 9/11 happened.