When I was in France, many years ago, everybody was thin, good looking, and the food was great. Even the countryside seemed sculptured with intent. I really liked it.
I don’t like West Coast night games. Eastern time zone games for me begin around 5 PM which is just wonderful, while a game on the West Coast that begins at 8 PM for me is inconvenient.
When you follow every game as closely as some of us do, the alternating swings between elation and despair are pretty intense.
I’m all for the elation part but the despair not so much. Stuff like this happens and sometimes it just best to move on to the next series. Would’ve could’ve should’ve. If any lessons have been learned the right people have learned them.
Anti-Bert has been achieved. Maybe I should leave for a while and go back to counting flowers on the wall, which doesn’t bother me at all, or playing solitaire ‘till dawn with a deck of 51 …
It’s almost sweet how Dingler tried to sell that foul ball in the first inning as a foul tip and a tag to the umpire. I love this stuff.
And Riley homers.