How does it do it? How does this stupid game with it’s screwed up owners and its overpaid players and its clueless Commissioner and all the other crap it piles on our heads to try to get us to stop watching somehow manage to align the stars just right to make it irresistable? I gave up the pretense of ignoring baseball in August, but it had gotten to the point where I even forgot there was an All-Star Game this year.
But the baseball gods put together an incredible set of Division Series, in which only the easy elimination of the Twins was predictable. Cubs-Braves was a nail-biter with the Cubs finally winning a post-season series. Marlins-Giants? Awesome! (How many times do you end a series on a play at the plate like that??) And, of course, every game but the 2nd of the Oakland-Boston series was super intense.
Of course, I was sitting there screaming at the TV in the 9th. What kind of INSANE managing was that?? One out, the winning run on second, first base open, your best sinkerball pitcher in the game, and you pull in the infield??? Lowe saved Grady Little’s ass last night! At least it took my mind off the STUPID Fox announcers. God, I miss having Sox radio.
And now, it’s Red Sox versus Yankees for the League Championship. Clemens’ last post-season, and he’s pitching against his old team–a come-from-behind, never-say-die Sox team (the only one to beat the 2-0 series deficit TWICE).
Hello, my name is Lester. I’m a baseball-holic.
I can’t quit anytime I want.