I love these guys. Scratch that. I adore these guys. These guys being the Texas Rangers and I’m adoring them right now because they reportedly celebrated their win over the Rays with ginger ale rather than the traditional alcohol, so that their star player, Hamilton could participate. How amazingly great is that? I give myself some credit because I suggested orange juice as an alternative a few weeks ago but maybe they aren’t that into healthy natural juice. No matter. I am proud to be a Rangers fan because they took matters into their own hands and did something different.
Don’t really know if I need to repeat this, but no, I do not waste my time by photographing cans of ginger ale.
I’m also giving JD some credit, because I have this irrational suspicion this he was involved with the idea. JD being Jon Daniels, the General Manager of the Rangers. I’m not usually really into GMs, they seem so distant, but I am a huge Daniels fan. To start with, when he was hired, he was the youngest GM in the history of MLB which I love. I firmly live by the principle that age only matter if you’re cheese and so I think the way he’s built what is something of an underdog club into one that can beat the holder of the best record in the AL is fantastic. And he traded Chris Ray for Bengie. Who do you think got the better end of that deal? He signed Vladdy when everyone thought he was done. He stole Cliff Lee from under the Yankees nose. And from what I’ve seen, he’s a snappy dresser. And the Dreamy Team General Manager.
Didn’t take this picture. But if someone wants to invite me to his next press conference, feel free to.
So I am obviously hoping, hoping, hoping that we get a Rangers vs. Giants World Series, but I’d be okay with seeing the sweet, if over-loaded as a team, guys from the Bronx as well. I’m hoping it’s not the Phillies, but I’m okay with that too. All four teams left play good ball so either way I’m pumped. But you know the scary thing I realized while going to sleep last night? No matter what, the Giants have a maximum of 14 games left. (Yeah, that’s what I think about while I go to sleep. No wonder I dream about it.) We are seriously nearing the end. Down to a wire is an understatement. I miss Zito starts.
Lastly. Some of you may have noticed that I have a new profile picture. The reason is that yesterday somebody clued me into the fact that it is no longer summer and while Important People in the fashion industry have recently stated that it’s okay to wear white after Labor Day (I hardly ever wear white anyway, so it’s a non-issue for me, but that didn’t stop me from clicking on the article about it), it’s still unacceptable to wear sandals in mid-October. Even more unacceptable to have them in ones profile picture. Lesson learned. New profile picture needed. Instead of photographing my new Madden boots, I’m going face this time. And the new picture (newly my profile picture, it’s from July) makes me nostalgic for the 2010 season and reminds me why I like people who give me tickets to sit behind the dugout at a game. You know the way to my heart. (That is, Madden shoes or nice seats at a baseball game.)