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Yep, that pretty much sums up my feelings about the World Series so far. I really don’t care. I admit that I haven’t even watched any of it, other than any highlights that happened to be shown on my local news coverage. Following the LCS and WS games in the newspaper would have been difficult, as well, since all but one or two games have “ended too late for this edition.” Reading about it the day after the day after just isn’t the same.
Apparently the Inquirer’s editors have as much enthusiasm for it as I do. ;-)
That being said, if I absolutely had to choose a favorite or be threatened with bodily harm, I suppose I’d go with Texas. Why, you ask? Well, a few reasons:
- Texas has never won a World Series; St. Louis has won 10 (OK, not exactly a Yankee-like number, but still more than every other team that is not the Yankees).
- Prior to last year, the Rangers had never even been to the WS; this year marks the Cardinals’ 18th visit to the Fall Classic.
- I know people who live in Texas; I don’t know anyone in St. Louis (or even all of Missouri, for that matter).
- Tony LaRussa and his micromanaging ways really annoy me.
- Joe Buck really, really annoys me, and even though he was actually born in Florida, he’s basically from St. Louis.
- A Wild Card team should not win the World Series. It just shouldn’t.
Currently up 3 games to 2, Texas could win it all tonight. I’ll try to muster a little interest, and perhaps sneak a peek at the game. Or not.
OK, I know I haven’t been here in awhile. Maybe you’re wondering what I’ve been up to all summer. Or maybe not.
A sizable chunk of my time has been devoted to keeping the peace between my offspring, ages 9 and 12, and preventing them from causing bodily harm to each other. Once they are back in school (my mental countdown has already begun!), I’ll have time to sit and compose a longer entry.
A while back, I mentioned that the Philadelphia Inquirer had implied that there were 32 major league baseball teams.
Now they would have us believe that the Brewers, Astros, Rays, Padres, and Rockies have, at some time, actually won a World Series:
I’ll assume that what they were trying to say was that those three teams have never even appeared in a World Series, but really, don’t newspapers employ people to check these kinds of facts before they print them?
The World Series is over, and it didn’t turn out quite the way I wanted it. I guess the people at Macy’s weren’t psychic or magical after all.
Congrats to the Yankees, winning it last night 4 games to 2. The Yankees seemed to be able to capitalize on almost every miscue the Phillies made in the Series. The Phillies played hard, but in the end the magic ran out, and there would be no come-from-behind victory.
Surprisingly, I’m not in as bad a mood today as I thought I’d be. I’m not going to think about baseball the rest of the day (well, try not to, anyway).
I’m going to relax in front of the TV tonight, catch up on missed episodes of Desperate Housewives and CSI: New York, and not have to get a brain cramp while trying to beam positive thoughts to the Phillies. But I’ll be back tomorrow with a collection of random World Series thoughts :-).
Actually, the words running through my mind last night were much more, uh, colorful than that, but if I use them here they’ll just get asterisked out by the filter that protects our delicate sensibilities.
I was downright giddy after Cliff Lee’s Game 1 gem, so giddy in fact that I never got around to blogging about it yesterday. Now that good mood has been replaced by one a bit more foul. I keep reminding myself that my rational mind knew the Phils wouldn’t sweep the Yankees, that there would be at least one loss, but that doesn’t make it any less unpleasant.
As I have a tendency after a loss to think not-very-nice thoughts about the opposition and the vast majority of their fans, thoughts molded by my formative years spent growing up in northeastern Pennsylvania surrounded during the summer by very annoying denizens of NYC who chose to vacation there while complaining that nothing was as good there as it was in New York, making me wish I could tell them all to go back home if it was so much better there, but…oops, sorry, got sidetracked there a bit…and darn it, I was going to once again abide by my not-saying-anything-at-all-if-I-couldn’t-say-anything-nice rule, but my fingers betrayed me.
Anyway, Ryan Howard can add a less glamorous “award” to his NLCS MVP trophy, the dreaded Golden Sombrero.
Yep, Howard struck out four times last night; three times against Burnett and once against Rivera. Not good, Ryan, not good. Please get back in the groove you had against Colorado and L.A.
Recent history would suggest that the Game 2 loss is not a portent of doom – the Phillies lost Game 2 of last year’s World Series and this year’s NLDS and NLCS, and all of those series ended up turning out pretty good for the boys in red. So I’ll get my bad mood out of my system today, and be ready to watch on Saturday as the series moves to Philadelphia (after washing the bad luck out of everything I was wearing last night, of course).
After a few days of waiting to find out who would be the Phillies’ World Series opponent, the Yankees sent the Angels back home, defeating them in Game 6 of the ALCS. I was kind of hoping they’d go to Game 7, so the winner would only have one day off, they’d be nice and tired, and hopefully CC would not be available the first game or so. No such luck.
Nonetheless, destiny was fulfilled, and I will not have to hear those freakin’ thunder sticks booming out of my TV any more.
So why do I say “destiny”?
If you’re a regular reader of Jane Heller’s Confessions of a She-Fan, you may recall an entry she wrote back in February, after consulting a tarot card reader on the fortunes of the Yankees this season. Here’s an excerpt from the tarot card reader’s comment clarifying the results of her reading:
… So, for all of you fans out there that would really like to see the Yankees win the championship, keep your thoughts and feelings positive and in this way we can co-create a resonant field of success that energetically supports their win. It’s just quantum physics.