I picked exactly the wrong game to miss last night, apparently.
Not that anyone was asking, but the show I went to see at El Corazon last night was stellar, and everything I’d wanted it to be. Waiting for 11 years to see a band on US soil means I danced my butt off, took a lot of photos and generally tuned out the rest of the world, but the minute I got out of the club, I fired up the internet on my phone to find out if we had won. Turns out we did, and the reason for that was a grand slam by Jose Lopez. Of all the games I would miss…the band was well worth it, but I still would really have loved to see that hit.
As I post this, I am still recovering from last night, and the Mariners are down 6-0 in the bottom of the 4th. My first inclination is to watch this game for late-inning heroics, but after realizing that it was Joba Chamberlain that gave that slam to Lopez, I feel that waiting for Something Awesome to happen today would be futile. CC Sabathia is on the mound for New York, people are still booing A-Rod, and my neck hurts. I think I’ll avoid having my head hurt if at all possible. Ryan Rowland-Smith is now out of the game, and Brian Sweeney has taken his place; and things are not improving…I’m going to go take a nap.
This post had little to do with baseball. Sorry, my heart’s just not in it today. I welcome the All-Star break with open arms.