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Me and My Antlers and Theo Epstein and His Cursed Teams

Okay, so!  Are my antlers good luck or are my antlers really, truly good luck?

Why is my head MIA, you ask?  Well, partially, because all my purple eyeshadow has gone missing (believe me, I have some suspects on this) and partially because I’m having a Bad Hair Day with capitals.  You should thank me, really.

It’s not that the Rangers weren’t doing well before I put them on in the beginning of the 11th (hey, did you see Cruz’s throw to home plate?  That is like my definition of “well”.)  It’s just that they weren’t doing well enough to win the game and be done with it.

Which is why I took my antlers off their display perch on my dresser and stuck them on my head.  The rest is history.  Which is to say, the Rangers broke it open and proved walking Beltre to get to Napoli was a bad idea, not to mention that Nelson Cruz likes to hit three runs blasts and he did just that.  It was lovely.

The game was also lovely because a) Michael Young shaved the lame beard and b) he got his first RBI of this postseason.  He also did a fab twirl at first base, fielding a throw from Beltre which made me all gooey and Young-lovey for a good half hour.   (And did I mention how much better he looks with short hair?)

What was not lovely about this game?  The rain.  The tons and tons and tons of rain.  I mean, I love rain, but everything is contextual, you know?  And in this context, the rain was horrible.

This series has gotten a lot harder for me since it moved to Detroit, because, as y’all probably know, I have a bit of a Detroit pride thing going on.  So FOX’s beautiful shots/feel-good stories about the city made me feel for the Tigers.  But once the game started, I put aside all Superbowl-ad-inspired allegiances and tried to focus on my Rangers.

Then came Rick Porcello.

He is just too much fun to watch pitch and I am sure I cannot be alone in saying he is my favorite Tiger.  He is really darn good and I love him.  Once again, my allegiances were tested and once again I prevailed and kept on rooting for Texas.  But this is not as easy as it looks, alright?

And yeah, cranberry bagels rock.  As do the playoffs.  Good night, now.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Apparently Theo Epstein digs cursed teams.  No accounting for taste, I guess.

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Why the Long Face?

Alexi Ogando, David Murphy, Justin Verlander, Mike Adams and Rick Porcello walked into a bar and the bartender was all, Why the long face?

Seriously, this was the Matchup of the Long Faces like I’ve never seen before in a baseball game.

(For the record, Lucky magazine suggests sleek, oversized sunglasses for the long faced crowd, a la Jackie O.- their words, not mine.)

Anyhow, yesterday’s game, the first of the ALCS, was sort of a marathon.  It took just about five hours and there were two rain delays, equally about an hour and fifty minutes.  The Rangers displayed the brilliant awesomeness of their bullpen and I was given ample time to gaze at Alexi Ogando and his magical pitching.  He is my new favorite Ranger.  In fact, watching him spurred a conversation that went something like this…

Me:  I love Alexi Ogando!

My father:  Isn’t ‘love’ a little strong?

Me:  No?

Him:  Shouldn’t love be reserved for… Jon Daniels or something?

Well, maybe.  But still.  Ogando rulz.  With a z, people.  With a z.

Diamond Girl

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