I’ll do my best at some play by play. The NLCS (National League Correctional Series) wait…..I just got out of there……I mean the National League Champion Series is currently being played. That’s baseball to those meatheads watching their fantasy knuckle heads get concussed.
The San Francisco Giants are displaying their October costumes. Orange and Black. They have worn them for years, but it seems appropriate while approaching the Fall Classic. Hitting coach for the St. Louis Cardinals, Mark McGuire did not receive the “it’s not Halloween” memo as he is clearly posing as someone who is not currently taking steroids. Ding dong. “Trick or treat”.
“You look strangely thin, young man. Who are you supposed to be?”
“Oh that’s cute…..let me inject this Milky Way into your butt. You’ll have biceps, triceps and acne for years. Just don’t tell your wife. She’ll be concerned about your shrinking baseballs.”
The opening ceremony was just as painful as expected. Whoever butchered the National Anthem needs to know that free and brave are separate words…….in some particular order. I give up.
There is a guy named Scutaro playing for the Giants. He used to play for the minor league team, The Sun City Muppets. His abilities have far exceeded those of puppets without legs.
Residential Nazi, Matt Holliday, seems disgruntled. Let’s go to a commercial break.
Five hour energy drink? I don’t need one. I’ll take a scooter O for the road.
Scooter just lined one into right field for his second hit. This Muppet can really hit. Now a cartoon character known as Kung Fu Panda (Pablo Sandoval) just came to bat and lined one into left field putting runners on the corners. Excuse me, second and third. Another fictional character posing as Buster is at bat. He looks like he’s twelve years of age, but his mom says he’s almost twenty, and he hits you just like puberty. You just can’t determine when he’s going to embarrass the pitcher.
The bases are now loaded with Scooter at third, Kung Fu at second and Buster posing as himself at first. Where is number 8 when you need him? Number 8 just cleared the bases. I can’t keep up with this. Where is soccer when I need him? This game is too fast. I need a zero zero tie! Baseball is supposed to be slow and boring. I’m switching to Monday Night Foolsball. I need a Hank Williams Jr. Fix. Who is playing?
I’ll catch up in the seventh inning stretch.
Wait, the football game broke into another fight with helmets and face masks. Boring. Men breaking their knuckles on plastic head bowls doesn’t impress me. This pitcher hitting for the Giants with the bases loaded does impress me……until……we have to wait….he struck out.
My wife just called me so I have to act like I’m putting the sheets in the dryer. I use fans and “I can’t hear you” noises to distract her. She thinks I should be writing, doing laundry and watching baseball at the same time. Who is the crazy person in this family? It ain’t the dogs and cats. They are currently folding clothes. Stupid, but not crazy.
Seven to Zero in favor of the Giants. If my mother is watching The Waltons right now, I will be forced to not send her a Mother’s Day Card. She loves The Waltons more than baseball. That’s certifiable. They are a fictional family for crying “Goodnight Johnboy” out loud! What decade is this? My mother just informed me the Waltons are painting their house! What color?!! I don’t care! Back to the game.
Commercial Break: Cialis.
Here’s something interesting. Oh dear. The Giants are warming up another character. He is in the bullpen, but the only name we’ve heard or read about comes from a Monty Python Movie. They call him, “Tim”.
As a former betting man, I will bless or irritate the baseball betting Gods by writing, “it is over”. Catastrophically more disturbing, since the baseball game looks as though it’s over, I have lowered myself and degraded my principles by changing channels, not to the football game, but the Presidential Debate. Did I just capitalize that as though they were proper nouns? I’m going back to the game I love. Not the political games I hate.
My wife is watching ABC, and I am fighting her over the foreign policy remote. This is ridiculous.
God Bless America, God Bless Concussions, God Bless Baseball, and well, soccer, I will just pray for your sport to grow arms. That will be a miracle.
On the Seventh Day, God Created a Blowout, and then He skipped the eighth day due to a rain delay, and on the ninth day, He created Baseball.
Genesis: 10 13 73