… oh, what a relief it is to get off that damn schneid, even if the win was signed, sealed and gift-wrapped by the Indians. Win’s a win, though, dude. I’ll take it. Talk about your emotional yin and yang; when David Eckstein hit his grounder to short my exclamation was as such:
“Son of a b… ALLGAME!!!!!!”
And for us not-old-but-not-young guys, how awesome was it to see all those seat cushions go flying as the team celebrated on the field? It took me back to when I was 12, when Tommy Herr belted a walk-off granny to beat the Mets at the Concrete Doughnut.
And in basking in the glow of a win, I won’t allow myself to complain about the bullpen, even though I really, really want to. During the eighth inning, I was on the phone to work helping a colleague with a problem when I heard Danny Boy on the FSM telecast say, “And this game is now tied” in that slightly peeved inflection Danny Mac uses on occasion.
Phew. Nice job, fellas. Take Thursday off and think about how lucky you got the night before, then come out and take those eight straight losses out on the Royals. Um, and everyone else in perpetuity.
