My antlers are sad. So am I. The Rangers were eliminated from the postseason last night and I still haven’t taken the antlers off. I think I have to wear them all postseason. It feels a little bit unreal, right now – Yu Darvish spoke for all of us when he said he didn’t know what he was supposed to do tomorrow – but the Rangers have gone to the World Series two years in a row, so I guess I can’t get greedy. I’m expecting some changes over the offseason, although I don’t think it’s their front office’s style to go all overhaul on us, like some people are calling for. The biggest story, of course, will be Josh Hamilton, but I think they’re still a good team, a very good team, and what happened was some bad luck. And some bad playoff format.
Angry in antlers. I do not like this one-game playoff devilry. In other news, is my eyebrow raise not completely awesome?
Of course, there’s still a lot to be excited about. I’ve decided that the Tigers will be my poison-of-choice for the American League this season and they’re leading the A’s 3-1 in Detroit right now. Giants-Tigers? I could see that.
The NLDS gets going in just over an hour in San Francisco – don’t even get me started on the start time – and the familiar playoff nerves are starting to kick in for me. Matt Cain is on the mound though, and there is no one else I’d rather have starting our first playoff game.
Yes, we most certainly Cain.