I suffered through seeing a 2-0 lead vaporized in one swing of a Tiger bat in the third inning, only to miss the grand payoff in the 11th, on a wild goose chase that may or may not have been centered around my hair. (Fine. It was. I admit it.)
Oh, did I mention that grand payoff?
It was grand in the sense that it was awesome, but also in the sense that it was a grand-freaking-slam from Nelson Cruz. Walk-off. In the 11th. First walk-off grand slam in the playoffs in the history of Major League Baseball. I’ve watched it over more times than I care to mention and it gives me goosebumps every time. Seriously, haven’t these playoffs just been the most dramatic anyone could ever possibly have hoped for? I can just imagine Joe Torre sitting in the stands, looking satisfied and evil.
Speaking of Torre! I’m a little torn. I think he looks less scary in a suit than in a uniform, but there’s also something vaguely menacing about the idea of him working of the league. Um, dystopia waiting to happen, anyone?
I’m sure I’m being unfair to him and he’s a totally teddy bear, in reality, but… I can’t quite get rid of that image of him (in a Dodgers uniform, of course) being Selig’s silent, right-hand man as Bud takes over the US and makes candy illegal and makes everyone he doesn’t like sell churros or something. Really, am I alone on this?
And if I am alone and you are staring at your computer screen in disbelief right now because of that rant, then blame FOX who interviewed him more times then they needed to, during the rain delay the other night and put all this jazz in my head.
Lastly, I would just like to say that I am very stoked for the Rangers and all, but they are most certainly testing my fandom by sporting those ridiculous beards. Josh Hamilton looks like someone splashed tomato sauce on his face and Mike Napoli looks like he always shaves a little-too-high-onto-the-neck-which-turns-into-chin. So, yeah, I have a little present for them.
Thank the stars Alexi is clean-shaven and I can still love him to death. Okay, ‘nuff whining for the day. Antlers and rain and cinnamon sticks in coffee to all!
p.s. Why do the Canadians get Thanksgiving before us? Why?