Yes. American made. The parts are from China and Canada and it’s assembled in Mexico. Maybe somebody in Detroit designed it. But it’s a tight well functioning vehicle. Handles great. The irony is that if I could’ve afforded the Toyota I wanted it was made in Lafayette, Indiana, probably by children of my old friends from there.
I do think, though, that it’s conceivable that being in a ballpark that makes you feel more confident at the very least makes you a little more chill. But I have no idea really
Hey, I’m enjoying pissing and moaning and feeling bad for myself and then someone shows up with this rationality thing which is something we’re not used to around here lately. Good post though.
Apple TV tonight well, what the heck, might as well watch it until it’s embarrassing. They might score 14 runs and then be shut out for the next four games so it could be fun.
Wow, this is a classic beat down. Glad I didn’t organize my day around this game. I’ve been getting up early to watch the Tour de France, which forces me to take a nap to make up for early rising, and I only just now awoke to this score. Ouch!
Montero and the boys did good. The twins just couldn’t figure out his stuff. I resist the idea that there’s a subterranean aquifer filled with excellent hitting ability lurking just beneath the surface that could become a regular geyser! I’m grateful for games like this, but I would be more grateful for solid performances between these outbursts and a humdrum that is really humdrum. Still a big thumbs up for them tonight. Especially Montero, given that nobody believed in him and for the most part for good reason.
I sure am glad I was re-watching a Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode for the second time instead of listening to this game. Something truly unspeakable happens in that episode. The problem is that this game was real.
Following this team right now is like dressing up in a turkey outfit, and putting your head on the stump and awaiting your execution. Even if it doesn’t happen today, it’ll happen tomorrow.
Pizza! Pizza! Yeah, it’s embarrassing. It would be nice if it was an authentic celebration spontaneously emerging from within the chemistry of the team instead of some corporate death march impersonating a celebration.
I was trying to recall the name of that flash in the pan a few days ago, but didn’t care enough to look it up. I just remember he was really on fire then there was the All-Star break and then zilch… forever.