Evidently, Trot is as happy about the sweep of the Red Sox by the Tigers as I am. The fact he's more upset about not getting his ice pop to appear is irrelevant: his face gives the perfect visual for how I feel right now.
And before I get off the ice pops, what in God's name is in those things? He ate it at 1 this afternoon, and by 9 tonight, it STILL wouldn't come off his face. I honestly don't think a belt sander and industrial strength sand paper would touch it. Apparently, the FDA is as arbitrary about what it allows as that machine that picks the lotto numbers.
Back to the Sox. In a nutshell, the weekend went about as bad as it could go: a sweep sort of says it all. Friday's game was never close, but it's yesterday and today that are gonna stick with me until Thursday, when real baseball starts back up.
We get a solid outing from Kason Gabbard and leave more guys stranded on base than Ft. Bragg on Saturday night. Then today, with Daisuke looking VERY un-Dice like, we come back from 4 runs down to make it 6-5. Yet, at the end, we couldn't finish it off against 150 year old Todd Jones.
For Pete's sake, Julio Freaking Lugo was a triple away from hitting for the CYCLE: do you realize the odds of that happening are about as good as me waking up tomorrow being 6 ft 4 inches tall and looking like Brad Pitt? I mean, the poor guy has looked like he should be a recurring character on LOST next season for most of the year, and we let THIS performance by him just go to waste?
JD Drew was the last hope today, with the tying run on 3rd base, and he popped out to end the game. And just as I got ready to scream profanities in his direction, it hit me: like I could do any better than him? I never would have taken the bat off my shoulder, primarily because I never would have seen the stinking ball in the first place.
I heard or read or imagined recently that only 3% of minor league players reach the Show: 3%. Which means the best of the best are playing in MLB right now: and the team I love is one of the top 3 teams in the game, and one of the other 2 was who beat our brains in this weekend. So maybe this series should be looked at as a measuring stick to show where exactly we stand.
Hopefully, Theo and his minions made a lot of notes, and are right now feverishly putting into action the plan they intend to make in order to insure that what happened this weekend doesn't happen in October.
Because we WILL be there come October: A great philosopher named George McFly once put it best:
It's our density.
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