Guess what, people? (If you guessed that Apple is in mourning you would be right, but wrong. Right because it’s true, but wrong because that’s not at all what I meant.) There’ll be three game fives this year for only the third time in MLB history (others were, in case you’re a geek and you’re wondering, 1981 and 2001)! Yankees/Tigers will fight it out tonight and tomorrow all the National League stuff will be decided.
Yep, I’m seriously considering heating up my flatiron for the occasion. All this drama necessitates some stress-relief and what better stress relief than roasting my hair within an inch of its life? I think that came out sounding weirder than I meant for it to.
Anyhow, stress aside, I’m really totally stoked about all these games. Around the league, and this may just be me, this season felt a bit lackluster so it figures and is awesome that these playoffs have been nothing short of thrilling. Just good baseball all around, you know? It’s been tons of fun to check the scores as the games progress, because I really genuinely have no idea which way they’ll all go.
I’ve also really been surprised by the fight the Diamondbacks have put up. I mean, I still think the Brewers are going to take this, hands down (I know, jinx alert!) but I had this belief during the regular season that Arizona was a world-class fluke and would be crushed out of the playoffs at the first chance anyone got but apparently that was irrational. I will say now with a gloomy, apocalypse-is-coming stare that I was wrong and they really have something going. And (repeats the gloomy stare) that it’s pretty great that they overcame all the last place predictions and took the division.
All that said, BrewCrew f-o-r-e-v-e-r! And I’m glad Texas clinched earlier. Because as much as stress gives me good hair, four game fives would have been a little much. Thank you, Rangers. For preserving what is left of my sanity. You rock. And so do the playoffs.