I had a bad dream last night. My mom (sorry, Mom) was convinced that my family needed more pets than just my fish (who, for the record, I did not end up re-naming Carlos) and wanted us to get two birds. I wasn’t crazy about the idea, but fine.
What kind of birds do you want to get, I asked?
Cardinals, she answered, with a kind of evil glint in her eyes.
Cute and cuddly pet? Uh, no.
I woke up and wondered if I had somehow made it all up, because it seemed way to perfectly symbolic for my feelings at the moment to be true. I mean, I did somehow make it up, seeing as it was my dream, but it was completely unconscious. Which is what makes it basically very weird with a capital W at the beginning.
Anyhow, last night’s game was certainly nightmare worthy and truly painful to watch. There are a million ways to second guess the team’s choices (read: Napoli at first base), but in reality it was just a plain ole’ blowout. They happen. Horribly timed, yes. Unheard of, no. I would like to believe it was just a fluke, too, but I am starting to have a nasty feeling that the Rangers of one of Those Teams, that has trouble in the World Series. I hope they will prove me wrong tonight and in the next three games after that, but we shall have to see. In any case, I am sure I speak for everyone when I say that mostly, I just want to see good baseball out there, no matter who wins or loses. Last night was not good baseball.
Except for, well, Albert. Tip of the beloved white beanie to him for his amazing trio of home runs. It couldn’t have happened to a better guy, other than his Cardinal-ness.
Speaking of Cardinals… let’s just nip the whole giving-Emily-nightmares-thing right in the bud, shall we? Please and thank you.