I'm beginning to think we're the worst good team in baseball. Maybe we're the best bad team, but no, we're still in first by a breathable margin (thanks Astros, thanks Dodgers). However it's framed, someone's Juneing all over our July.
As on Monday, Tuesday night I learned I've gotta keep at least one eye on these bastards. I ran an 8 o'clock errand which caused me to miss the Mets' two-run first. But OK, they scored without me, I guess it's safe to pick up a bit of other business away from the TV for just a little while. Uh-uh. Literally the next game-thing I knew, it was 6-2 Rockies. Just like it was 6-0 Rockies the night before when I dared to blink. I thought this was the Fourth of July, not the Second of February.
In case you were wondering, Aaron Sele lives, Kaz Matsui is Paul Molitor and Joe Smith remains very, very young.
Aw hell, if we can be nice to Julio Franco, we can think good thoughts in broader terms. Happy Independence Day to the greatest country on earth, no matter how “excessive” some of its foibles can be. Happy Endypendence Day, too, while we're at it. Gads, I miss him.