Amazing. Two series against a couple of tomato cans, and the hated rivals each come away humbled, stumbling away from these lesser opponents like Tara Reid leaving a bar. David Wells (literally) does a barf job in Detroit, while Aaron Small pitches to his abilities in Tampa. Even losing 2 of 3 to the Tigers, our Bosox maintain their 5 game loss-column, a pleasant surprise. Both YF and I have remained relatively quiet, as there’s not much to say about our teams’ pitiful play. YF has been especially quiet. Perhaps it’s the embarrassment, the disappointment, the utter reality of it all. Or, it’s the 5 day romantic weekend he took in the Maldives with his new gal pals.
Regardless, we’re hoping it’s just the late August blues, that time of year when everyone and their boss is off on extended vacation boiling live lobsters, eating ice cream and clam chowder, soaking up the sun, taking extra days off to get some added sacktime before a roadtrip to dry and sunny SoCal, even though your career average against the day’s pitcher is like .800 (that means you, Manny). Either that or our teams stink.