I give up.
It's happened several nights in a row now. Almost coming back in the ninth is not the same thing as actually doing it, guys.
The blame for this last incident rests solely on the shoulders of Terry Francona, however. You'd think that by now he realizes that Gagne is not the most reliable arm in the bullpen. Personally, I'd have left Manny Delcarmen in, but since I'm not the manager I can't make decisions like that.
The lead is cut to 2.5 games unless Baltimore pulls off a miracle. It would've stayed at 3.5 due to Jon Lester's lovely pitching had Gagne not been brought in to promptly throw the game. I'm not accusing Gagne of intentionally tossing games, mind you - I'm sure he's not trying to do this or anything. But to bring him into a situation where someone like, say, Okajima would be more comfortable than him is madness. It's the perfect example of Murphy's Law.
There is some good news, though - tomorrow's starter is none other than Mr. Clay Buchholz. Hopefully we can manage something with him on the mound. Another no-hitter would be lovely, although I doubt it'll happen. (Now, if I say something won't happen, it will, right? That's how it works, isn't it?)
As I write this, the Yankees have won 12-0 against Baltimore. As if my day couldn't be any worse, right?
Additionally, I'm bogged down with work again. Yep, just like last year. I'm always bogged down with work, aren't I? Honestly, this must be why I lack social skills on some level - I never get a chance to practice because everyone overworks me. Why do I always take classes that have infinitely more work than everyone else's classes do? Why? I'm doing cryptography right now, encoding things with the Vigenere cipher, and my friends are hanging out in the common room. In high school on weeknights, this was fine, but in college, when you know you should have more time to do things you want to do, you get lonely. The worst part is that when I have no work, my friends all have their noses to the grindstone and have to get their work done. Am I the only one this happens to? I can't be, but sometimes it feels like it.
On a random note, I like to listen to classical music when I do my cryptography homework. It makes me feel more like a reclusive intellectual, and that makes me feel a little less lonely and a little cooler. Yes, I know I'm a total dork.
The one good thing in my life - I found a new anime to enjoy. It's called Princess Nine, and it's about an all-girl baseball team attempting to reach the National High School Baseball Championship at Kōshien Stadium. It's a very cute show, actually, and since it involves baseball it makes me happy. Oh, and the fact that the girl playing first base has a personality similar to that of Kevin Millar is an extra bonus, too. Random factoid: both Daisuke Matsuzaka and Hideki Okajima pitched at the stadium during their high school careers.
Well, here's hoping that tomorrow's a better day - that Clay notches another win, that I don't have an obscene amount of work to deal with, and that something negative happens in the Bronx for once. I don't know why, but today was just one of those days that left me feeling so low. I guess I can only go up, right?
I hope that's true, too. I hate cliches. I really do. But just this once, I'd love for one to come true. Just this one time. Really. Then I'll stop, I swear. Just once.
The blame for this last incident rests solely on the shoulders of Terry Francona, however. You'd think that by now he realizes that Gagne is not the most reliable arm in the bullpen. Personally, I'd have left Manny Delcarmen in, but since I'm not the manager I can't make decisions like that.
The lead is cut to 2.5 games unless Baltimore pulls off a miracle. It would've stayed at 3.5 due to Jon Lester's lovely pitching had Gagne not been brought in to promptly throw the game. I'm not accusing Gagne of intentionally tossing games, mind you - I'm sure he's not trying to do this or anything. But to bring him into a situation where someone like, say, Okajima would be more comfortable than him is madness. It's the perfect example of Murphy's Law.
There is some good news, though - tomorrow's starter is none other than Mr. Clay Buchholz. Hopefully we can manage something with him on the mound. Another no-hitter would be lovely, although I doubt it'll happen. (Now, if I say something won't happen, it will, right? That's how it works, isn't it?)
As I write this, the Yankees have won 12-0 against Baltimore. As if my day couldn't be any worse, right?
Additionally, I'm bogged down with work again. Yep, just like last year. I'm always bogged down with work, aren't I? Honestly, this must be why I lack social skills on some level - I never get a chance to practice because everyone overworks me. Why do I always take classes that have infinitely more work than everyone else's classes do? Why? I'm doing cryptography right now, encoding things with the Vigenere cipher, and my friends are hanging out in the common room. In high school on weeknights, this was fine, but in college, when you know you should have more time to do things you want to do, you get lonely. The worst part is that when I have no work, my friends all have their noses to the grindstone and have to get their work done. Am I the only one this happens to? I can't be, but sometimes it feels like it.
On a random note, I like to listen to classical music when I do my cryptography homework. It makes me feel more like a reclusive intellectual, and that makes me feel a little less lonely and a little cooler. Yes, I know I'm a total dork.
The one good thing in my life - I found a new anime to enjoy. It's called Princess Nine, and it's about an all-girl baseball team attempting to reach the National High School Baseball Championship at Kōshien Stadium. It's a very cute show, actually, and since it involves baseball it makes me happy. Oh, and the fact that the girl playing first base has a personality similar to that of Kevin Millar is an extra bonus, too. Random factoid: both Daisuke Matsuzaka and Hideki Okajima pitched at the stadium during their high school careers.
Well, here's hoping that tomorrow's a better day - that Clay notches another win, that I don't have an obscene amount of work to deal with, and that something negative happens in the Bronx for once. I don't know why, but today was just one of those days that left me feeling so low. I guess I can only go up, right?
I hope that's true, too. I hate cliches. I really do. But just this once, I'd love for one to come true. Just this one time. Really. Then I'll stop, I swear. Just once.