Playoffs and a Preponderance of Prose
I’ve been writing. For. Three. Days. Writing policies that is or, rather, rewriting them for my company’s policies and procedures project all weekend and all day today, after working on them on and off all the previous week, and there is still much, much more to come.
At least I was able to do most of my weekend writing in front of the playoffs. Usually, I have only a passing interest in the playoffs once the Angels drop out of the pennant race. I’ll watch a game or two, but not with any real passion. This year though, the playoffs have been amazing. Roy Halladay’s no/no on Wednesday, only the second such achievement in playoffs history. Lincecum’s lights out shutout on Thursday. The Rays and the Rangers bare knuckled brawling their way to a 5th game. It has been a fantastic October with great hits, taught pitching duels and highlight reel plays everywhere you look: Diaz’ throw to Ross to nab Burrell at the plate tonight and Crawford and Bartlett’s diving grabs on Saturday come immediately to mind.
In fact, if it weren’t for the Angels being so very out of it…and the Twins getting swept by the Yankees, again…oh, and the fact that the postseason announcers always suck*…this would be pretty close to baseball heaven. Without a team in the game, I’m rooting for Giants, Rays and Rangers in roughly that order. Any one of them going all the way would be fun. And, hey, if I had to spend all weekend buried in bad policy prose, at least I had good company and plenty of reasons to yell and cheer.
*In a nutshell, postseason announcers belong to the network, haven’t announced for any of the teams involved more than once or twice before and assume that everyone watching only watches baseball this one time a year, and even then extremely casually. They are as boring a bunch of Captain Obviouses as you will ever hear announcing a game. They are also prone to saying extremely stupid things in an attempt at color commentary. Case in point, on Friday during the Giants/Braves game, the announcers decided to tell everyone the tale of the Giants rally thong. This is a really funny story that they managed to make dry and boring until they finished with the unintentionally hilarious observation “Yeah, I don’t need to see the rally thong. I guess it’s a good thing the Giants don’t wear see through pants.”