CUBS ARE GOING TO WORLD SERIES
I may never have an opportunity to thus name a blog post, so I thought I'd try it on for size. Sounds good. Feels good. Looks good. Now, the Cubs must rise to the occasion of my blog title's challenge. I know that's what they live for, to satisfy the requirements of Small Ball. One of my "voices" told me.
I was busy watching the Nationals lose to the Mets, so I missed the first five innings of the Cubs/Reds game, at which time the game was tied 5-5. Now, in the 7th, it's Cubs 12, Reds 7. On one level, this feels good -- way to go, Chicago, nice opening game! On another level, I wouldn't be at all surprised if the Cubs find a way to not win (that last phrase comes from the Catalog of Cubs-Fan Expectations, now available at any book store).
Best game moment so far: the look on Aramis Ramirez's face when Derek Lee caught a ball at first -- and then just dropped it, allowing the batter to reach first practically with his eyes closed. Ramirez had a "Doh" look and a smile, to which Lee responded with a gesticulated "My bad." It wasn't a disaster. If it had been, Ramirez might have cried instead. Oh, wait, there's no crying in baseball.
I'm so thrilled that the season has started. I have no idea what's going to happen. In some ways, I don't care. There's really nothing at stake for any of my teams.
The Giants, thanks to the media's unhealthy and energy-sucking obsession with the "s" word, will receive lots of press this year. As Daniel has pointed out over on Orange & Black Baseball, the only way for the Giants to triumph in the arena of public controversy is to kick some ass early and often. The NL West was so lackluster last year, it is entirely possible the Giants could reclaim their division title. That's about as close to the World series as they're going to get.
In the meantime, baseball has begun. Pass the overpriced ballpark beer, dude!
I was busy watching the Nationals lose to the Mets, so I missed the first five innings of the Cubs/Reds game, at which time the game was tied 5-5. Now, in the 7th, it's Cubs 12, Reds 7. On one level, this feels good -- way to go, Chicago, nice opening game! On another level, I wouldn't be at all surprised if the Cubs find a way to not win (that last phrase comes from the Catalog of Cubs-Fan Expectations, now available at any book store).
Best game moment so far: the look on Aramis Ramirez's face when Derek Lee caught a ball at first -- and then just dropped it, allowing the batter to reach first practically with his eyes closed. Ramirez had a "Doh" look and a smile, to which Lee responded with a gesticulated "My bad." It wasn't a disaster. If it had been, Ramirez might have cried instead. Oh, wait, there's no crying in baseball.
I'm so thrilled that the season has started. I have no idea what's going to happen. In some ways, I don't care. There's really nothing at stake for any of my teams.
The Giants, thanks to the media's unhealthy and energy-sucking obsession with the "s" word, will receive lots of press this year. As Daniel has pointed out over on Orange & Black Baseball, the only way for the Giants to triumph in the arena of public controversy is to kick some ass early and often. The NL West was so lackluster last year, it is entirely possible the Giants could reclaim their division title. That's about as close to the World series as they're going to get.
In the meantime, baseball has begun. Pass the overpriced ballpark beer, dude!
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