Fan Interference

What’s the difference between THC -P -and THC Delta 9 ? As I write this I am finding out and along with to night’s lesson that baseball is like life, so shall you.

1 – 0, 15 innings. 1 – 0 18 innings. The first world series no hitter since 1956. Seriously? I didn.t see the 1 – 0 15 inning game because I knew that was going to happen. I watched and reveled in the historic joy of the 18 inning game while wishing with every plate appearance that somebody would win the thing so I could responsibly let sleep claim my steadily diminishing cognitive functionality. When you’re starting to see odd shapes moving around the ceiling it’s time to let the Gods take you off to a nocturnal romp.

The Gods have decided that if you have a few dozen million dollars to spend on your bullpen you will have around a half dozen Nolan Ryan type flame throwers to stifle the upstarts from the other side of the tracks. What happened to the 5 straight games to be played without a day off in last pre world series round so that bullpen depth matters almost as much during the playoffs as it does during the regular season. Of course those two series ended in 4 and 5 games and the world series was preceded by 4 days off for both pitching staffs and the first 2 games were followed by a day off. and even though the phillies cheated by raining out the 5th game for even another day off game 6 was also preceded by yet another day off.

I took my first dose of THC – P about 40 minutes ago the second one 20 minutes ago, and I’m starting to find out what it does. Anybody see any typos yet? Baseball is alot like THC. The time between pitches can seem like an eternity.

BTW any Astros fans around here? Isn’t it time for you to boast and roast the mis allocation of resources by the other teams. You could at least take some shots at the fruitless profligacy of the west coast zillionaires.

Time for the third dose.

The regular season (pre August) is baseball heaven because all the things that almost never happen still could happen. The rest of the regular season is baseball purgatory as we imaginatively drool over the promise shown by our triple A prospects who will surely blossom next year,

Then comes the hellish realities of the playoffs. I rooted for the Clevelanders, Padres and Mariners for as long as they were around, but alas that only got me to the world series. Things then became so bad I was reduced to rooting for the best team (Astros) so I could congratulate myself for being so smart. Even so we were all denied a game 7. On the other hand, as the Gods remind me, wasn’t that 18 inning game the same as two games? They are also urging me to take a fifth dose of my (legally purchased) gummies, What do they have in mind?

And we are now in the hopeful purgatory of the off season. The Gods tell me that the Twins will sign the best hitting catcher available, at least a couple more bullpen pieces (the current bullpen is non flammable) and that they will not get their next shortstop out of the bargain bin this coming black Friday.

One last question, do the Gods reside in heaven or hell. Do I dare fall asleep tonight? Why not. If current patterns continue I will wakeup tomorrow and with luck I will still be waking up in the morning this coming April. The Gods do so enjoy me.