Thursday, September 24, 2009

Cleveland Just Can't Do Anything Right

Well, I was kind of hoping I'd be pleasantly surprised to flip over to the Tigers/Indians game and see some miracle of how the Tribe edged Verlander. Apparently Cleveland did draw first blood, but that was short-lived, because at the top of the next inning the Tigers began a 4-run rally to take a lead which they wouldn't relinquish.

I thoroughly dislike cheering for Cleveland, it makes me feel dirty. And I know I will thoroughly dislike rooting for the Chicago White Sox from here on out as well. But the enemy of my enemy is my friend -- at least until next year. So -- here goes: "Go get 'em Sox! Ozzie, lead those boys on a win streak!"

**Taking a short break while I go throw up**

In all seriousness, hopefully they can do something that the Indians appear incapable of: win a baseball game.
Yeah, you guys are bad, we all know. Feel free to cry.

It's fun to look back and see ridiculous overestimations of some teams. Cleveland and their farm system always seems to be the little darling in the AL Central, but you've got to believe that fans (and probably Larry Dolan) are getting a little upset with Eric Wedge and Mark Shapiro, as their booming core of young players has suddenly all been shipped off in cost-cutting moves only to start over into another rebuilding cycle.

Anyway, I decided that watching Cleveland fall on their face to Detroit was dampening my baseball high, so I caught up on some of the World Series action that I've been missing every Tuesday night.

I'm trying to avoid hearing anything about the November 9 until, you know, Novemberish, so please don't spoil anything for me. I've already been leaked one name and that takes a little bit of fun out of watching (though it will always be fun, even to watch old episodes). I must say, Phil Hellmuth looks awesome at the tables this year, as much as it pains me to compliment the Poker Brat.

But who wouldn't look awesome if they arrived to the WSOP like this?

It's also kind of fun watch Jordan Farmar at the tables with everyone else. I guess after winning an NBA championship, the only thing to do is follow it up with a Main Event championship as well. He wasn't playing half-bad either.
Next year I hope Morneau throws another casino night, because I'll definitely be flying back to Minnesota to play some Hold 'Em with him. I'm not going to pass up that opportunity again.

In other news, the Twins were finally eliminated ... from the Wild Card, don't worry. Just a wake-up call as to how pathetic the Central has been this year (Seattle outlasted us in the Wild Card standings...). Let's hope that's the last time we see that awful capital "E" after our name.

Tomorrow, we carry the momentum into Kansas City. Go Twins!

1 comment:

  1. I don't like cheering for Chicago, but if that's what it takes, then damn it, that's what I'll do... or at least try.