Perfecto!
In Which Matt Cain.
In Which Matt Cain.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is mostly just cranky because my team has scored twenty-nine runs in five games, given up thirty-four, and is 1-4. Not the start I had expected.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that the replacement level for this blog would be no blog at all, and as with most blogs, that peak is difficult to attain and impossible to maintain.
In Which Your Humble Blogger recognizes the end of a career for one of my favorite non-Giants ever.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t actually remember that far back.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has now pretty much given up on this season. Of course, I gave up on last season, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thought he posted this back on Saturday, but it looks like that didn’t happen. Still, last night’s game was a excellent example of the folly of trusting momentum.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is actually grateful not to have grown up a fan of the Mariners. Or the Pilots, for that matter. Though we had a Pilots bad, when I was a kid. I wonder what happened to that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t get a chance to point out that yes, Bam Bam is speaking Japanese. Y’all know about Bam Bam going into outer space, right?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is, again, unexpectedly personal.