SPREADING THE LOVE
We're only about 30 games into the season, but because the Giants, Cubs, and Nationals are doing everything they can to prevent me from fantasizing about a championship, I find that I have a lot of free time on my hands.
After today's Giants@Brewers game, the San Francisco's broadcasting Fab Four (Kruk, Kuip, Flem, and Miller -- sounds like a Mad Magazine law firm) came to the unanimous decision that the Giants aren't playing baseball. Jon Miller, bless his stentorian tones, was harshest -- and harsh for Jon sounds a lot like your dad telling you you're not a very pretty girl. It hurts.
The Giants today showed an awesome incapacity for playing small ball. With runners on base and no outs, they repeatedly failed to move runners forward. It was mind boggling, really, like playing a video game that's got a bug in it. You think you're about to score -- but you don't. Or can't. Because the damned thing's broken.
This time last year, I was watching my big three teams regularly. Now, I tune in only when something interesting might happen, like when Greg Maddux is pitching, or Barry's at bat, or Alfonso Soriano burns it up in the lead spot. Tonight, I'll watch the Marlins@Nationals game because Livan Hernandez is pitching and I want to be on hand when he comes out of a terrible 1-3 start.
I tend to watch contests between teams who aren't my big three. That's the influence of Fantasy Baseball, where my team is stacked with Braves, White Sox, Reds, and Phillies -- teams who make the game exciting. Unlike my big three.
But never fear, only 30 games into this, change, for better or worse, is unavoidable.
After today's Giants@Brewers game, the San Francisco's broadcasting Fab Four (Kruk, Kuip, Flem, and Miller -- sounds like a Mad Magazine law firm) came to the unanimous decision that the Giants aren't playing baseball. Jon Miller, bless his stentorian tones, was harshest -- and harsh for Jon sounds a lot like your dad telling you you're not a very pretty girl. It hurts.
The Giants today showed an awesome incapacity for playing small ball. With runners on base and no outs, they repeatedly failed to move runners forward. It was mind boggling, really, like playing a video game that's got a bug in it. You think you're about to score -- but you don't. Or can't. Because the damned thing's broken.
This time last year, I was watching my big three teams regularly. Now, I tune in only when something interesting might happen, like when Greg Maddux is pitching, or Barry's at bat, or Alfonso Soriano burns it up in the lead spot. Tonight, I'll watch the Marlins@Nationals game because Livan Hernandez is pitching and I want to be on hand when he comes out of a terrible 1-3 start.
I tend to watch contests between teams who aren't my big three. That's the influence of Fantasy Baseball, where my team is stacked with Braves, White Sox, Reds, and Phillies -- teams who make the game exciting. Unlike my big three.
But never fear, only 30 games into this, change, for better or worse, is unavoidable.
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