*Photo courtesy of sittingstill.net*
I'll admit it; I'm not a smart man. I have no clue about proper punctuation, couldn't tell you what the capital of India is, and it took me 2 years to complete 2 semesters worth of Spanish in college.
However, if you'd told me that Josh Beckett would give up 5 runs and 11 hits to the Orioles in less than 6 innings? I'd have told you that you were off your rocker.
Tonight in Baltimore though, that's exactly what happened. All of a sudden, my world tilted off it's axis; what's next? Barry Bonds gets a PR job with MLB? President Bush wins the Nobel Peace Prize? Hank Steinbrenner actually makes sense?
When it's all said and done, the Orioles win 5-4 with some cat named George Sherrill closing it out. Even though we lost, this is one of the reasons why I love the game of baseball so much. You can have a sure-fire Hall of Famer coming up against a journeyman pitcher, and the nobody wins the battle.
It's a marathon, not a sprint. Which is why I'm not tweaking too bad over a 3 game losing streak; this team could take off on a 10 game win streak tomorrow.
Tip your cap to the O's and get ready for the next game.
Josh? Get the grill ready.
It's less than 36 hours now, my man.
Elmerpalooza is imminent.