A Moment of Silence

For our fallen Chi Sox comrades. You had a good race. But now it's over, and we all don't have to worry about a 1 game playoff that just results in hard feelings and tears. We'll take that up again next year, I assure you.

In other baseball news, Ichiro getting thrown out made my day. No, it made my week. It takes a lot of balls to draw a line in the dirt after getting rung up. I salute you Ichiro, well played.

Thanks For Nothing Cleveland

I ask you to do one thing. That's it. And you couldn't do it. Nope. Not even one game. The only reason to be at the bottom of the divisional heap is so that you can be a spoiler. And, by the way, you are supposed to be spoiling the hopes of the team you are ACTUALLY PLAYING! Just saying is all. I suppose it isn't all your fault, half of your team was traded and now you are stuck recruiting people to cover your bases. But, for my sake, next year ... do better. Please. Thank you.

A Few Things ...

Last night I became incredibly aware of the full strength of my powers. As a quick background - three of the Twinkies have a special place in my heart. Kevin Slowey, Justin Morneau and Denard Span. You may have noticed a trend. Yep, that's right, I accept responsibility. I have now personally felled three of the Twins, and I'm not happy about it. It might be just a coincidence, but Crede always made me smile too. Dammit!



On the upside, we beat Chicago tonight, and that's always a plus. I openly admit that I'd be perfectly happy with second place if it meant we got the bragging rights over Chicago. I think my hatred stems mainly from the fact that I was once denied service at Taco Johns because I was wearing a Twins shirt. The Chi Sox kept me from my potato ole's, and for that I want them to suffer for all of eternity. That may sound harsh, but sometimes a girl needs potato ole's and that's all there is to it.



I think I might also be ok with second place because I got an invoice in the mail today for postseason tickets for the amount of $5000. After my head stopped spinning I said a small prayer to the baseball gods that we finish behind the Tigers. Oops. But then I realized I don't actually have to pay for them and I felt a little bit like a traitor. Oops again.



Hopefully my evil power won't take down any other players, but to ensure everyone's safety, I'm going on a strike against every player. Except for Glen Perkins. He can file a grievance if he wants to.