Today, I invite you to write your own team’s recap with an accompanying song to fit the mood of the game. I thought it might fun to do it this way because I am very busy today since I am…
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi- mind.. you oughta know by now.
The Rays and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
My Rays lost yet again, 1 – 0, to Chris Sale and the White Sox. This was not the worst part. Yes, they played their hearts out. Odorizzi pitched a gem. This was not even the worst part:
I am convinced that Logan Forsythe has torn something and Kiermaier is concussed and until I see evidence myself, as in actual X-ray, CT scan, and MRI results, I don’t believe anything different and nothing you can say will make me feel better or change my mind. Yep, teams lie, and I am not being rational. I know this. I am emotional–I am super fan at the moment, not your semi-objective recapper. And if anyone says “mild concussion”, he will receive a mild kick to the balls, and tell me how it compares to a severe kick to the balls. Yes, there are grades of severity to a concussion, but the words “mild” and “concussion” should never be used together. Anytime the brain suffers an injury, it is not a “mild” event, just like a kick to your precious nuts. This is one of my dead serious pet peeves as a health professional. It is more than semantics.
Neurosurgeons and other brain-injury experts emphasize that although some concussions are less serious than others, there is no such thing as a “minor concussion.” In most cases, a single concussion should not cause permanent damage. A second concussion soon after the first one, however, does not have to be very strong for its effects to be deadly or permanently disabling.
The Rays are calling Forsythe’s injury a bruised left hip and lower leg and say Kiermaier had a head contusion. Both are being monitored today with special concern for Kiermaier. Kiermaier said he took the brunt of it on his chin, but this kid is a hustler and wants to play no matter what. He plays maximum effort every single play and he would play with an open head wound. I would not trust him. Bench him, coach. Make him rest.
Pro-tip: When a super-fan is uber-upset because a lot of bad stuff has happened all at once, it is not the time for a “Well, ACTUALLY.” If that is your first instinct, go kick yourself mildly in the nuts. It is the time to listen to Otis and Try a Little Tenderness.
(I have a little Skype crew of FI’ers who have become some of my closest friends. They make me smile and laugh, they challenge me–well, one of them challenges me, pain in my ass–and they bring me news from 2 years ago–thanks, COPO. We support each other though, and what I love is that even when we disagree, we brush it off, and hug it out. They are such a great group of people. The internet is so cool. 🙂 )
This was the worst part. A 63 year old female fan was badly injured by a foul ball in the face. I was wrong-I thought the netting at the Trop had not been extended. It has been, but poorly. There is a gap in the netting. The ball went through the small gap and hit the fan in the face. Souza hit that ball and went to the fan out of concern. He looked visibly shaken and supposedly according to beat writer Marc Topkin, near tears. You can see in the picture I posted above.
Souza is a nice man.
And before some of you start snarking at Souza like some of the assholes I see on Twitter, he is a baseball player, not an effing astronomer or statistician. The odds are not astronomical, duh, but I’d say they odds are fairly small, although definitely not impossible. The Rays needs to fix that immediately. Souza ended up striking out after a 12 minute delay. He admitted he could not get back into the game.
As for the song of the game, I think I would have enjoyed several punches to the face more. That is what the game felt like to me. I would have rather repeatedly punched myself in the face rather than watch that abomination.
So, today, I really, really, really mean it–what did I miss? Please fill me in. I have no idea what happened in baseball. I climbed stairs carrying boxes so many times, I felt like Sisyphus. Today I will do the same. I am going back to bed now to sleep before a very busy day tomorrow. In case you haven’t noticed, I love music. 🙂 Please include a youtube link to the song that matched the mood. It will give me something to read when I take a break. I invite you to write your own adventure today. Don’t worry if someone else wrote your team’s recap. Write your own spin.
What did I miss?