I watch … I watch … I go with the flow, bad things happen, good things happen, and then it’s almost like I can SEE the wheels slip off the rails.
3 innings before it’s over … I can see: oh well, there it goes, buh-bye, it’s over.
On a more positive note:
I find there to be something almost orgasmic about a double play. A triple play might cause me to die from ecstasy. I watch a double play and I see perfection. What I really see is this: Years and years of hard work, struggle, sacrifice … suddenly manifesting in a one and a half second moment of total and utter ease.
But still. 11 to 1. GodDAMNit.



If you think a double play is orgasmic, you should be a Yankee fan after 14-4 and 11-1 wins over the Red Sox. To quote Napoleon Dyanamite, “Sweeet.”
“you should be a Yankee fan”
Not on your life, pal.
You go girl!
Bah, you Yankee/Sox fans…
You should be rooting the other way. Expect them to lose, it’s more consistent that way.
How bout them O’s? Good and terrible.
Actually, I don’t know. I’ve been trapped in here hammering on my deadline for like 2 weeks straight. I understand it’s been raining, or something?