Hate Hate Hate
Incoherent, disconnected thoughts coming, trying to gather my observations from various parts of the postseason. Deal with it.
- How could such an incredible postseason leave us with such a crappy World Series? I mean, go Marlins, but still.
- I hate the Yankees.
- Were the Atlanta Braves even involved in the playoffs? If the Braves finished with the best record in the majors, then blew it like they always do, would anyone care, even their fans (and I’m one of them)?
- I hate the Yankees.
- My favorite Demotivator is Mistakes, from the original collection. It’s brutally fitting this year, because if the purpose of Dusty Baker’s life is only to serve as a warning to others about when to pull your starting pitcher, the least Grady Little could do is take the freaking hint.
- I hate the Yankees.
- I had given up on the Red Sox after they lost Game 5. I said there was no way they would pull out Game 7, even after they won Game 6. Then, sometime around the fifth inning tonight, I made the mistake of having faith. That was really dumb.
- Moment of perspective: we may never have seen two simultaneous League Championship Series this good. Ever.
- I hate the Yankees.
- I believe in the Cubs’ curse. The Fan was merely a player in something much larger than himself. The Red Sox had enough vulnerabilities, especially against the Yankees, that them losing was easily explainable and predictable by non-supernatural means. The Cubs, against the Marlins? No way.
- I hate the Yankees.
- The Minnesota Twins’ largest postseason impact this year wasn’t even in baseball — it was forcing a Minnesota Golden Gophers home football game to move to Friday night.
- I hate the Yankees.
- If I didn’t have to be on-call this weekend, and launch a project next week, I could be going to the World Series (thanks Kevin!). That would be the only benefit of the Marlins going, and I can’t take advantage of it.
- I hate the Yankees.
- Guess it’s hockey season now for me. Maybe the Canes will show some signs of life — the Monday night tie against the Panthers was actually promising, and but for Roberto Luongo standing on his head in the third and OT, they’d have had their first win of the year. Getting discounted NHL Center Ice rules, by the way.
- Dear God, I hate the Yankees.
