Monday, August 08, 2005
Well, I'm home from Florida, land of miserable humidity, miserable architecture, miserable drivers, and miserable baseball teams. We were staying pretty close to Dolphins Stadium, but alas, the Marlins were not playing at home. I bet it wouldn't have been that hard to get good tickets if they had been home, so that was just one more reason to hate going to Florida.
Basically the high points were all the times spent inside enjoying the air conditioning, and the fact that I was prevented from seeing the absolutely asstastic baseball the Sox chose to play this series. Six errors over three games is inexcusable, even when you factor in the TwinkieTurf.
Of course, we made something like 8 errors over the first two games of the World Series and that worked out alright. But, as a Boston fan, I waive my right to rationality and declare that this was some baseball that truly sucked like a leech... or rather, didn't, since if they were sucking perhaps that would have suctioned the ball into their gloves instead of, you know, the outfield, or the stands, or someone's dugout.
Everyone is in the Blue Cats Corner until further notice. Everyone. The only exceptions are Tim Wakefield, who is da shit, and Gabe Kapler, because he went yard and he stole a base last night. Everyone else will be joining the other guys I'm pissed at right now, which includes most of the Detroit Tigers.
Speaking of Blue Cats... we're getting to that time of the year. You know the one. That time of year when men in tight pants and plastic helmets go at each other like territorial male sheep on a mountaintop. Football season.
And already they're booing poor Joey Harrington. At practice. File that one under 'You know the season's started when...'