Harvey the Hamster is Gone

One of Harvey's relatives

This is the time of year for joy and happiness, for revelry and mirth. But not for me, not this year. Harvey the Hamster died yesterday evening.

Harvey, named for the big white rabbit in the old Jimmy Stewart vehicle, belonged to the son of a  friend of mine. He was, by all accounts, a good hamster. He ran his hamster wheel with the best of them, nuzzled his owner when picked up, ate like a little pig, and otherwise simply enjoyed his life. Now he is gone and the grief in his family is terrible. In shock, I had no idea what to say to either the kid or his folks. Worse, there’s a ceremony today, but I won’t be able to make it.

“Now, wait a minute,” I hear you say. “What the heck does this have to do with our favorite game?” Well, it all goes back to this summer and the World Cup. Remember Paul the Octopus? He’s the mollusk that correctly picked the World Cup games and eventual winner before going off to that great calamari pot in the hereafter. It seems that Harvey could do the same thing in baseball. My friend’s son was fascinated by the Paul phenomena and decided, when the baseball playoffs started, to try the same thing with Harvey. He set out two identical bowls of Hamster chow (Don’t ask, I have no idea what they eat.) with the logo of a team stuck to each of the bowls. Damned if the hamster didn’t get all four Divisional Series teams right. On a roll, Harvey then went on to the League Championship Series’ and scored with both Texas and San Francisco. OK, now the grand finale. He picked San Francisco to win the World Series. Now there’s a hamster for the ages. I wish he’d made it longer, I wanted to get down a bet on the Super Bowl. Alas it wasn’t to be.

So today they’ll have a little service for Harvey and I won’t be there.  I’m sure he’ll look down from that Great Hamster Wheel in the Sky and forgive me. They’ll sing “Abide With Me” and talk about his little furry face, and then lay him solemnly in the cold, hard ground. Quick, somebody play “Taps” before I cry.

One Response to “Harvey the Hamster is Gone”

  1. William Miller Says:

    R.I.P., Harvey. We hardly knew ya.

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