Well, That Happened


Perhaps you have been wondering where I have been. I watched at least part of all the World Series games, found them to be mostly well pitched with timely hits. There were matchups for the ages and still-summer like conditions at both ball parks. The fans were pumped, the parks were beautiful but after a while, my heart just wasn't in it.

I can't quite recall when this hit me, but it might have been in game 2, where a pitcher's duel turned into a 9-0 rout thanks to the inept Rangers bullpen (was the bullpen phone broken, Ron Washington?) Or maybe when I saw American League rejects in the Giants starting line up. I realized the Jays could beat these teams. Handily. Or at the very least, would give either team a serious run for their money. And then I was over the whole thing. I didn't care who won, I just wanted the flailing of Pat Burrell and the humiliation of Vladimir Guerrero to end.


It was a great series and deserved more viewers than what it got. Tim Lincecum is adorable and Brian Wilson's beard is freaky. I understand people being into it. I just wasn't.

But congrats San Francisco...you have a very likable team.

103 days till pitchers and catchers report. And I am so ready.