So…how about this weather, eh?
I’ve been sick since Saturday, so I haven’t felt much like writing; but I wound up getting the baseball results I wanted, on both counts. I went to WingMasters with a group of people for game 6 of the ALCS, where the Rangers astounded the baseball world with a sound whupping of the New York Yankees. I was astounded, at least. The bar was pretty full that night, and outside of some girl who thought it would be a great idea to start messing with the jukebox in the middle of a playoff game, it was a fun night. I can’t believe she stuck around after having the entire bar yell at her for interrupting us with REO $#@! Speedwagon (really?!), but her friends (friends who didn’t stop her from going up there in the first place, I might add) explained why she had committed such a grievous error, and she wound up torturing us with Music I Never Want To Hear Again after the game. Immediately after. No celebration speeches for us.
But I seriously digress. Outside of the one Yankees fan who was very vocally rooting for New York, pretty much everyone in the bar was for the Rangers. Some were wearing Mariners gear. The place nearly exploded when Alex Rodriguez was called out on the last strike, although there was a pause over the place, as if we all couldn’t believe what had just happened. It took Bengie Molina ripping off his mask and taking a few overjoyed steps towards Neftali Feliz on the mound for the lot of us to realize that yes, the Rangers had beaten the Yankees and were going to the World Series. For the next 15 minutes or so, there was a buzz of energy in the room. I think the last time I was in a bar that was that excited over a game, it was Goofy’s several years ago when the Green Bay Packers won some game over whatever team Brett Favre was on at the time.
Looking at GameDay, I find it odd that Alex “Mr Clutch” Rodriguez finished the (post)season with a .190 BA; but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Texas made the right moves during the regular season to get where they are now, and I’m willing to bet that Cliff Lee and Mark Lowe could not be happier. And I’m happy for them. But there’s this thing that’s been bugging me…
I’ve spent so much of my time during the playoffs hoping for the Yankees to lose, that I didn’t really stop to consider the alternative much. Our division rival won. Now, winning the World Series doesn’t automatically grant the winning team any sort of “dynasty” (a term I find somewhat amusing), but it’s my understanding that Texas’ farm system is pretty well-stocked, so this may be the trigger on a very large gun in the AL West for a while to come. And by nature, I’m supposed to root against a division rival, right? Those are kind of “the rules”?
So, the Giants – in the NL, not a direct threat to my own team, and they have this Lincecum kid and a Panda in their lineup. By all counts, I should be set…except that if the Giants win the World Series with Lincecum doing what Lincecum does, we’ll all get yet another season of Mariners fans complaining about something that happened five years ago. You think you’re tired of the Morrow vs. Lincecum argument now? If the Giants win the World Series this year, my guess is that you’ve seen nothing yet.
So I’m going to leave it up to the teams in Game 1, which will be an absolutely insane matchup of Cliff Lee and Tim Lincecum, in San Fransisco. If my mind isn’t blown by the end of this one, perhaps I will finally have an idea of who I want to root for. Either that, or I’ll continue riding the fence and just enjoy some really good baseball over the next week.
EDIT: I nearly forgot…I know that originally I was rooting for the Phillies. But the Phillies just played awful, embarrassing baseball against San Fransisco. I don’t know if Mike Sweeney wasn’t doling out the proper kind of hugs or what, but the Phils didn’t fight this year, and they were bested. I had come to realize that maybe the Giants weren’t so terrible, and now that I have seen the terrifying spectre of Brian Wilson, there’s just no going back…