Nine straight losses, and I'm unbearable. Two wins against the Red Sox, and I'm on cloud nine.
I'm starting to think that baseball - and the Jays specifically - play too large of a role in my life. Seriously now friends - is anyone else like this? Do your daily moods rise and fall with every Brian Tallet slider for a strike, every Marco (marco) Scutaro (scutaro) base on balls, and every Vernon Wells shallow pop-out?
Outside of the paragraph above, I can't explain it. After Scott Downs closed the door to clinch the weekend series against "The Nation" (fuck off), I had an extra skip in my step. It shouldn't matter that much, should it? One series win from a 162 game schedule? Four Alex Rios hits out of the (estimated) 200 he will record this year should bring me so much joy?
Well, it does, and they do. That's it, that's all. I can't explain it, and I'm not going to apologize for it. Blue Jays, baby. YES.
The most satisfying comment received in a long, long time
this series is scratching me right where I itch. pennant.
A question about The Cito's bullpen
If the Jays happen to be leading by three through 7 innings in the series finale..... who is he going to call on? The poor man's Brandon League (Jason Frasor), and the poor man's Scott Downs (BJ Ryan - WHAT?!?)?
Summing up Friday through the weekend
Depression. Anger. Joy. Hope. Blue Jays. Pennant.