I know I’m in the minority here, but I feel I need to say it: I think World Series rings are ugly. The whole idea is perfectly nice and I understand the symbolic importance and the ceremony was lovely… but the actual rings are pretty much the tackiest kind of jewelry Snooki and Sears could have dreamed up. It’ s like what they sell at Claire’s, except the target demographic is not pre-teen girls who like earrings with watermelons (WATERMELONS, peope) on them and they’re, um, covered in diamonds. So presumably they have a slightly higher retail value. Still, terribly ugly, if you ask me.
Let me put it this way: I would not let Bruce Bochy go near the design ideas for my bath rug, as much adoration as I have for him. He helped design the rings. Go figure.
Anyhow, I’ll stop sticking my foot in my mouth now. The game was on the ugly side, too. I think the Cardinals were probably pretty sick and tired of all the ceremonies and they channeled it into their baseball-ing. They shelled Cain for nine runs in the fourth inning and ended up winning 14-3. In a bright moment, Angel Pagan did hit a booming triple but he was left stranded, which kind of took away from the boomingness.
I’ve heard talks about a few people’s slow starts, but I think it’s really still too early to call them slow starts. Like, slow first five seconds would maybe be more appropriate?
I was sitting outside in my garden today and suddenly looked up to see a cat sitting about ten feet away and staring straight at me, completely still. I assume this means I’m destined for an imminent and terrible death, so if I don’t blog again, hugs and kisses, you guys were great.