That’s really all I want to do. Forget. Sweet baseball oblivion. Especially today, when FredFred did his very best and the Kindergarten Cats just could not back him up. A good chunk of this series sweep is their fault, but what can you do? They are kittens. You can’t blame them for that.
Jeff Larish is back down, Jeff Frazier (an outfielder) is up. Scott Sizemore was sent down to make room for Jhonny. Wilkin Ramirez was designated for assignment. Who cares? It’s all more of the same.
Let us ignore this series. It is the healthiest approach for us all. Instead you can look at this ridiculous drawing if you want. I call it “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Chatte”. Click to view larger.
I kind of apologize to Mr. Seurat, but he is dead so I don’t expect he cares very much.
(I also feel compelled to preemptively explain that I know the home unis don’t have numbers on the front, like, seriously, I KNOW, but I was working at a scale where it was hard to render too much detail and I wanted to make the who’s-whos clearer.)
Next up THE TIGERS COME TO BOSTON. THE ROAR OF THE TIGERS SERIES. Weather permitting and barring unforeseen disasters, I will be at ALL THREE GAMES. I am wicked psyched
even though I am not expecting a whole lot from the Tigs in the way of wins. If you are planning to be at any of these games, you should let me know or something. Or just scream at random Tigers fans in Fenway until you hit upon the one that is actually me, whichever works.