Baseball In The Daytime: Pulling A Head Out Of An Ass
If you pay attention to both weekday baseball and this blog, you may have noticed that I've botched my one and only permanent assignment. Not just last Friday, but today as well.
Just to recap, the Cubs were home for a weekend series, which means their Friday game took place under natural light on the North Side. It was a fairly uneventful contest, other than the home team's starting pitcher and catcher getting into multiple fistfights with each other and their manager beginning a rapid slide to madness. Jesus. Not a game to whiff on.
Then today, we had the Giants and Phillies locking horns in the City of Brotherly Fuck You. At press time the G-Men were handing it to their hosts 8-1 behind an actual decent start by Barry Zito. There's also a game unfolding at Tropicana Field in Tampa, where the D'Rays lead the Royals 2-0 in the bottom of the third frame. Things are getting Meche-y down there, methinks.
I totally promise to make up for my boo-boos over the next three days, by both hammering the day baseball beat and laying off the festering pile of dung that is the NBA. Cheers!
3 comments:
You know, I think the Cubs really took their nose-first dive to the toilet just after I expressed the tiniest bit of hope regarding their season.
Bastards.
(To recap that previous opinion, yes, we Cubs fans are narcissistic douchebags with deeply rooted inferiority complexes. It's still fucking true.)
That's funny Cecil, just last Thursday I expressed to both Waveland and Old No 7 how I felt that the Cubs were going to win the central...and then this weekend happened. Whoops.
Thanks a fucking ton, Joey Pepitone. Go back to licking the verdigris from your team's many, many Series trophies.
At least ours all predate WWII. So the level of craftsmanship is very high.
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