Good morning, all. I hope this Saturday morning finds you well. Your resident recapping joker in the house.
I play my music in the sun
I don’t have a lot of time for recapping, so I am going to depend on y’all again today for what happened.
The White Sox turned your everyday ordinary 9-3-2-6-2-5 triple play in their 5 – 0 win over the Rangers. Coincidentally, that is also my phone number, go figure. Yes, I have a six digit phone number. It’s weird, I know. Rangers manager Banister blamed the full moon. That would explain the patients I had yesterday.
“It was a disaster by everybody,” Adrian Beltre said. “All the runners screwed up. Awful baserunning by everybody.”
Ya think, Adrian? TOOTBLAN for the ages because it is actually the first 9-3-2-6-2-5 in history and I don’t know if that level of awful baserunning is replicable. I got it! 9-3-2-6-2-5 is a song by Tommy Tutone, right?
Okay, I guess not. How many of us have actually called that number? (Raises hand.)
That replay was triple play trouble…
There is no more exciting play in baseball than the stealing of the home. Normally frowned upon in polite society. Ellsbury pulled off this feat against my goddamned idiot somnambulant team in the Yankees’ 6 – 3 win. If this were any other two team but my own, I would be super pumped.
I can still appreciate it very much, even if last night the only thing I could say was “Fuck Ellsbury.” It was the first steal of the plate for the Yankees in 15 years. Cream, you will cop.
You’re so cool. Everything you do is success.
Momma did not sleep much last night, and I have a crazy busy day with the children, so I going to leave the rest of the recaps to you. Recap and a song, s’il te plait. Merci beaucoup.
What would you do if I sang out of tune? Will you stand up and walk out on me? I sing a lot.