I am pretty relaxed tonight for a fan of a team that keeps losing to the gooddammed Miami Lorias. Believe it or not, I do sleep. I also swam last night with my little princess and swimming has a way of relaxing. Maybe it has something with us replicating our original state? Anyhow, it is just a game. I love the game, but I’m not going to let it get to me that much. Guess what? We get to try again this afternoon at 1 p.m. Go get ’em, Rats. I am sure O.G. will have a fantastical surreal recap up, but in short. Known shithead Logan Morrison really likes hitting against the Lorias–he was responsible for all 3 runs.
The Rats teased me for a bit, made me think, maybe? Nobody likes a tease. Then again, there is a Jewish proverb that says, “Anyone who teases you, loves you.” The Jews are a wise people. The Rats must be madly in love. I think the proverb meant a different teasing though. Gently picking on someone. I only tease people I love–I call them verbal spitballs. I ignore you if I don’t like you.
Something named Barraclough got the win. Doesn’t it sound like something out of a Harry Potter or Tolkien story? “Jack! We need to find the Barraclough!” “But what if it doesn’t want to be found?” Lorias 4-Rats 3.
Music is better together. That’s why I like to share it.
I received word from my mother, who was at the game with friends and DID NOT INVITE ME AFTER I GOT HER FRONT ROW SEATS, that a fan was hit in the face by a foul ball two rows behind her. I can find nothing on the news about it. Can someone check
My childhood team won tonight. My mother found this picture the other day. I am going to have it blown up. My sister and me at a Mets game at Shea. My sister is the cute pissed off looking younger one. She didn’t like baseball, still doesn’t really. Claims to be a Yankees fan now, lol, but knows practically nothing. I sincerely doubt she knows how many balls make a walk, but you know. Typical Yankees fan. I love her expression. I see it in my daughter all the time. I am the one in the back, smiling. I loved going. I was very shy then.
I always walked with my head down. One day, an older African-American usher was escorting us to our seats. We were sitting out by the Mets bullpen in right field, which were not our normal seats. He looked at me shuffling with my head down and he said something like, “Chile, why you walk wit’ yo head down. You ain’t got nothin’ to be ashamed of. Walk wit yo head up. Be proud.” I was startled, looked up. I walk with my head up. I will never forget him with his gray curly hair and chubby belly. I am sure he is dead now, that was in the 80s, and he was probably in his 60s. I bet he had no clue what a difference he made that day with just a few words. “I ain’t walking down the street/Babe, I’m stomping/And I ain’t looking down/My eye level way above sea level, baby/Nah I ain’t looking to drown.” A lot has changed since then. Baseball is so much better than therapy!
The Mets’ Matz was dominant, defeating the Nats 2-0. In 8 innings, he allowed only 4 hits and struck out 7. My new team and old team have a lot of parallels. It’s all about the young arms. It seems like we churn them out like clones in the Clone Wars. Oh, we lost that one to free agency or injury? No worries. Here’s another young arm.
Twins 7-Royals 5. Proving once again how hard it is to sweep even a bad team, the Twins won their 12th game of the season. Nunez went 3 for 5, the all elusive triple short of cycle. I am going to name my new band: Triple Short of Cycle. It’s catchy and it has a funky beat. Who wants to play bass, guitar, and drums? I play the piano like shit and I sing. We need some back-up singers too. “How did you guys get together?” “We were all blogging on a baseball blog and this one crazy chick, she goes, let’s start a band, and we were all like, yeah…” Slappy! You need to be in our band. I swear I don’t do illegal drugs and I am completely sober right now. Um, Hosmer and Sally that Boy hit doubles.
Phillies 8-Tigers 5. See what I mean about the sweep. Phillies said nuh uh, not us. Take your broom and shove it up your Tiger butt. I know it sounds silly–your team just lost 2 out of 3, does it matter the combination? I contend, if I must lose 2 of 3 (of course, I don’t want to lose any), I want to lose the first two and win the last one. End on a high note. The Phillies had the last word. Anibal Sanchez with another rough start. Anyone want to take a bet on when the fragile pitcher goes on the DL? I really like Anibal a lot–not picking on him. He just breaks easy. He’s had at least 4 stints on DL in the past 3 years? Remember, I only tease those I love. Anibal is one of my favorite players and I hate to see him struggle The wattage from his smile could light up the eastern seaboard. He reminds me of another sweet Venezuelan I know, Francisco (FC).
I really like this:
Cubs 9-Cardinals 8. Nice job, baby bears! Now that is what I call heart. Picking up your ace pitcher on a day he is struggling. Arrieta finally shows us he is a fucking human. First Chris Sale goes down, now Jake. He wasn’t HORRIBLE. He was just not Arrieta–no quality start. He gave 4 runs in 5 IP. Most of us would be okay. I would be happy if Archer could give the Rats that right now. Your move, Clayton. I expect Kershaw to give up 6 runs his next start. Oh, wait. Clayton waits for the post-season against the Cardinals to show us he is a human being with flaws.
I really have to get ready for work, friends. Please recap the rest for me! Thank you!
On my breaks at work, that is what I do. Read your comments, listen to your songs. You make a nurse happy; you make patients healthier. See, you’re doing God’s work. 🙂