Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Red, Andy, and A Prayer.
I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
Tim Wakefield is 11-3.
I hope he pitches in the All-Star Game.
I hope Joe Mauer has 3 passed balls.
I hope Derek Jeter trips over second base and sprains his groin.
And hope, like Red say's, is a good thing.
I really need a nap.