Never mind, I read the schedule wrong. We play the Angels at home. I shouldn’t post and drive this train high on cocaine Casey Jones. I’d better watch my speed trouble ahead trouble behind.
So, the next three games are against the White Sox in Chicago, which for the past couple years or so I would’ve looked forward to, but not so much anymore… EDIT nope I’m an idiot.
Since I’m not watching this game, I don’t know who went to the mound to talk to Anderson after he walked the first two batters.
Did somebody tell him that him and his family would end up under the Ambassador Bridge with Jimmy Hoffa or something if he didn’t strike out the next three guys?
I should probably take a few days off and return when I can act like a responsible adult about this, instead of like a spoiled child who’s angry that his birthday party was insufficient. I can get “philosophical“ about all sorts of stuff. This team does not seem to be that sort of stuff for me.