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Oct. 15th, 2006 01:48 pmOn the agenda for today: Eating Chinese delivery (a rare indulgence) and working on my Veronica Mars season one DVD. Oh yeah, and at some point there will be algebra.
It's been a crazy week. Every time I try to post something, I get overwhelmed. Where do I even start? Game-by-game? An overview? An I-fucking-told-you-so?
Actually, let's go with that last one.
Check out my track record as a baseball fan.
In 2003, I take up baseball and the Red Sox. In 2004, the Red Sox take the wild card and go on to win the American League pennant and the World Series.
In 2004, I decide I need an NL team; when the Astros lure Andy Pettitte from the Yankees and get Roger Clemens out of "retirement," I am beside myself with glee at the shafting of my new nemesis, the Yankees, and adopt them on the spot. In 2005, the Astros take the wild card and go on to win the National League pennant.
In 2005, I make friends with evil influences who cause me to check out and become very attached to the Tigers. In spring training 2006, I run around explaining to them about my record to date and assuring them that the Tigers will be winning the pennant this year. Nobody takes me seriously. I try not to take myself seriously, since spring training is pretty early to be making that kind of prediction, but I can't help it.
The Tigers go on to take the Wild Card and win the American League pennant.
Told you guys.
I should take applications from teams desperate for that extra boost. (Note: Yankees, Braves, White Sox, Cardinals, and Twins need not apply.)
From here on out, though, the Tigers are on their own. My World Series record is 1-1, so I can't make any promises.
But they're on their own with Nate Robertson, Justin Verlander, Kenny Rogers, and Jeremy Bonderman as their starting rotation. They're on their own with Placido Polanco and Magglio Ordonez and Carlos Guillen and Craig Monroe at the plate, with Alexis Gomez and Ramon Santiago just waiting for their chances to surprise the hell out of the opposing pitchers. They're on their own with Brandon Inge's glove and Joel Zumaya's arm and Ivan Rodriguez's pickoff move. They're their own with Jim Leyland and his Marlboros making inexplicable moves that win games.
I'm not sure they ever really needed my help.
It's been a crazy week. Every time I try to post something, I get overwhelmed. Where do I even start? Game-by-game? An overview? An I-fucking-told-you-so?
Actually, let's go with that last one.
Check out my track record as a baseball fan.
In 2003, I take up baseball and the Red Sox. In 2004, the Red Sox take the wild card and go on to win the American League pennant and the World Series.
In 2004, I decide I need an NL team; when the Astros lure Andy Pettitte from the Yankees and get Roger Clemens out of "retirement," I am beside myself with glee at the shafting of my new nemesis, the Yankees, and adopt them on the spot. In 2005, the Astros take the wild card and go on to win the National League pennant.
In 2005, I make friends with evil influences who cause me to check out and become very attached to the Tigers. In spring training 2006, I run around explaining to them about my record to date and assuring them that the Tigers will be winning the pennant this year. Nobody takes me seriously. I try not to take myself seriously, since spring training is pretty early to be making that kind of prediction, but I can't help it.
The Tigers go on to take the Wild Card and win the American League pennant.
Told you guys.
I should take applications from teams desperate for that extra boost. (Note: Yankees, Braves, White Sox, Cardinals, and Twins need not apply.)
From here on out, though, the Tigers are on their own. My World Series record is 1-1, so I can't make any promises.
But they're on their own with Nate Robertson, Justin Verlander, Kenny Rogers, and Jeremy Bonderman as their starting rotation. They're on their own with Placido Polanco and Magglio Ordonez and Carlos Guillen and Craig Monroe at the plate, with Alexis Gomez and Ramon Santiago just waiting for their chances to surprise the hell out of the opposing pitchers. They're on their own with Brandon Inge's glove and Joel Zumaya's arm and Ivan Rodriguez's pickoff move. They're their own with Jim Leyland and his Marlboros making inexplicable moves that win games.
I'm not sure they ever really needed my help.
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