(Brief blog post because I’m sleepy and Sleepy Emily blog posts go downhill fast. So, here goes.)
We went to the Rangers-Angels game tonight in Anaheim. It was my first baseball game ever where I was not in a sweater (and/or winter coat and/or winter boots and/or skiing gloves) by the end, which was kind of fantastic but the game was… not fantastic at all. At all at all. The Rangers lost by a final of 7-4 and Matt Harrison, who started for Texas, was pretty awful. To add insult to injury, Alexi Ogando (Who Is My Favorite Ranger Ever) came in in relief, and melted. In pure, Barry Zito, ice-cream-cone-in the-sun fashion. Me and my polka dotted shorts shrunk down into the seat while the Anaheim fans did the wave and stuff and that was that.
They lost. It was ugly. It’s my second Rangers game of the season – the first was in Oakland – and they’ve lost both times. Don’t say what you’re thinking because I know you’re thinking it. I do not (do not) jinx them. I’m seriously good luck. The karma just, um, hasn’t itself out quite yet. But it’s going to. I am going to have to make it to #3 this year so I can prove the point. Preferably a Yu start, just ‘cause. Matt Harrison starts may or may not be out.
Also, at Angels Stadium they do something called a Bubble Cam (is this devilry unique to Anaheim? Because I’ve never seen it before.) where they show fans on the Jumbotron and distort their faces with funhouse mirror type effects. It was kind of a snooze until the end when… they showed Yu Darvish. In the dugout. With his hat all blown up and distorted. And he laughed. He laughed, guys. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Yu Darvish laugh before but it made my night. I’m not usually much of a fangirl, but believe me when I say I am a Yu Darvish fangirl.
As a said, these kinds of posts go downhill fast. Good night, people. Catch you all tomorrow.
p.s. Nah, we’re not talking about the Giants game. That’s probablyreally not a good idea.