I know there are certain things I'm not rational about and one of them is my husband playing baseball. It all started when we were dating. He was playing baseball after work. I was spending time with my two young sons after work. I never got to see him play. I've been waiting patiently ever since.
The playoffs opened September 30 with the Wild Card Game in the American League where the Kansas City Royals showed up as the surprise guest and host. Over and over again came the reminders that the Royals had not been in post-season play since 1985 when they won the World Series.
Met fans have gotten to a point where they'd be thrilled just to have a .500 season, let alone a post season. Yet management allows the Mets to get worse and worse and to fans it appears they don't seem to care.
During the Cowboys opening night win over the Giants, Cowboys owner Jerry Jones was seen on camera having his son-in-law wipe his glasses for him. Well he's received so much ribbing he now wants to have the last laugh.
Met fans experience emotions that whipsaw from agony to ecstasy at speeds analogous to the mood swings of a newly menopausal woman. Hot flashes followed by rapid crashes are not uncommon in either situation.
The San Diego Padres have gotten no kind of national media love and/or respect. Am I the only one that thinks this is just a little bit crazy? Someone needs to show these Friars some love. Since no one else will, I guess it's up to me.