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Vance Wilson's BA is now at .205!! Y'all can laugh at me, but I say that is HOT. HOT I TELL YOU.

And that is all I have to say about the Tigers today, because any team that gets swept in a doubleheader with the Royals is DEAD TO ME.

Let us discuss happier things, shall we?

I loved telling customers the score in the Red Sox game today. "It's three to on - oh, wait, it's five to one." "It's seven - no, eig - wait, nine to one." "Fifteen to one! Fucking A, Alex Cora!"

Alex Cora! Up with bases loaded and two outs! Three times! The third time up, I was listening with a customer and we were both encouraging him, and cheered when he hit that two-RBI single.

Also, Papi and Manny did that little two homers each thing, and Tek broke his slump in a big way, and so damn many things happened offensively that I actually cannot remember them all. And in the middle of everything, Curt threw a two-run five-hit seven-K seven innings. Awesome game for us on all sides. It might even have been hotter than Vance's BA.

AlsothestupidYankeeswonfuckingSheffieldwithagrandslambutwhocaresthat'srightnoonethat'swhatIthought.

And on the NL side of things, everything happened exactly the way I wanted it to!

The Giants kindly beat the Nats.
The Mets helpfully won an extra-innings game against the Marlins.
And the Braves beat the Phillies (complete, apparently, with a less-than-sexy save from the Farns). I will let them think they are winning me over if it keeps them useful for the rest of the month.

And the Astros won 7-4. And Morgan Ensberg celebrated his second game back from the DL with a homerun in the fifth. I missed you so much, Morgan.

This puts the Astros up in the wild card race by two games over the Phillies, three over the Marlins, and five over the Nats. Look at this, you guys. The team that was my little redheaded stepchild of a team just a few months ago is leading the wild card race. I am so proud. *hugs them*

I love two-thirds of my teams. Admittedly, the other third is a shrivelled blackened smoking heap of NOTHING to me, but that shouldn't take away from the happy two-thirds.

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FINE I WILL POST A POEM. MAYBE THAT WILL MAKE THE POEM MEME GET OFF MY F-LIST ALREADY.


( Sure, you all know the first line of this filthy limerick, but do you know exactly why we care about a gentleman who resides in Nantucket? )

Why, yes, I have been indulging a bit in Halloween/autumn-themed ales, why do you ask?

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Dear Hurricane Rita,

Please don't fuck up my Astros. Also, if you could try not to kill people, that would be great too.

Selfishly,
Cathryn



Seriously. My biggest worry about Rita is not, like, the people in its path, but the fact that it might go through Houston and screw up Minute Maid Park. How fucked are my priorities?

At least the Astros are away this weekend. If Rita does hit, they'll be way elsewhere.

I think this just shows the extent to which baseball has poisoned my brain. Everything is about baseball, especially right now with two of my teams holding precarious leads. Everything I think of is in the context of baseball. I remember during the postseason last year I took time out to watch some Red Dwarf, and was amazed by how good it felt to think about something else for a bit. I think I'll need to do that again this year.

Or possibly it just reveals me as a shallow, horrible human being. Either way. =P