we the type of people make the club get crunked.
All right. So I called highandinside this afternoon after Dotel gave up that double to put the Rangers on 5-4. I punched her number on the contacts list, waited through the rings, and when she picked up, I said her name and then stopped for a moment because I really just did not have words.
She later told me that she thought that something had happened to my sister or my grandfather or that I had flunked all of my classes and that my parents thought that the two of us were dating -- she thought I was in "that kind of pain," she said, and then more or less told me to calm the fuck down because I take this way, way, way too seriously.
So I am calm now. I've stopped pounding my desk and yelling and throwing my headphones at the laptop screen, I'm no longer lying on my back staring up at my ceiling and making awful nosises, but as Keri said: it was my boy pitching today. Kotsay hit a walkoff home run to start the game 1-0 and made a lovely play out in center to save a monster. Bobby Crosby smacked a homer off Least Favorite Former Yankee Jeff Nelson for an insurance run, and sure, Other Beloved Infielder Eric Chavez strikes out with a man on third to close out the inning, but hey, it's OK, right? Doc has been pitching well. Josh says so.
ghostrunner mentioned that shiteater's amazing ability to jinx things, and I'd believe it if the A's hadn't been snarfing things so badly in the past week. Division lead down to two now with Anaheim and Texas in a dead heat. Oakland versus Anaheim for the next three days; Texas versus Seattle. The paper bag in my desk versus my mounting hysteria-fury cocktail.
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And OK, yeah. I know. I should calm down, and I know. This is, in some way, karmic payback for rooting against the Astros. Backe v. Schmidt in San Francisco and Ishii v. Wells in LA tonight, then Pedro v. Mussina tomorrow in Boston. Also, me v. a huge pile of reading and, again, the urge to let baseball take over my life.
She later told me that she thought that something had happened to my sister or my grandfather or that I had flunked all of my classes and that my parents thought that the two of us were dating -- she thought I was in "that kind of pain," she said, and then more or less told me to calm the fuck down because I take this way, way, way too seriously.
So I am calm now. I've stopped pounding my desk and yelling and throwing my headphones at the laptop screen, I'm no longer lying on my back staring up at my ceiling and making awful nosises, but as Keri said: it was my boy pitching today. Kotsay hit a walkoff home run to start the game 1-0 and made a lovely play out in center to save a monster. Bobby Crosby smacked a homer off Least Favorite Former Yankee Jeff Nelson for an insurance run, and sure, Other Beloved Infielder Eric Chavez strikes out with a man on third to close out the inning, but hey, it's OK, right? Doc has been pitching well. Josh says so.
ghostrunner mentioned that shiteater's amazing ability to jinx things, and I'd believe it if the A's hadn't been snarfing things so badly in the past week. Division lead down to two now with Anaheim and Texas in a dead heat. Oakland versus Anaheim for the next three days; Texas versus Seattle. The paper bag in my desk versus my mounting hysteria-fury cocktail.
...
And OK, yeah. I know. I should calm down, and I know. This is, in some way, karmic payback for rooting against the Astros. Backe v. Schmidt in San Francisco and Ishii v. Wells in LA tonight, then Pedro v. Mussina tomorrow in Boston. Also, me v. a huge pile of reading and, again, the urge to let baseball take over my life.