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I was a conscious subatomic particle in another galaxy back then.

The difference between winning and losing is the difference between sand and broken glass circulating through your veins, or honey. I definitely prefer the honey.

In the Jason Statham movie ‘Beekeeper’ the President of the United States in a very stressful situation looks at her son and says “You are such a good looking kid,” and then she sighs and says “But it’s a shame God doesn’t give with both hands.“ This felt like one of those games where “God doesn’t give with both hands.” But somehow it happened. Just need to win one of the next two.

That was too stressful, but I’m glad it ended this way. With a win.

Ground rule double Greene.

High Sue!

3-0

I wondered if anyone was talking about this when I noticed a thing on Facebook about it. When I was a kid, the thing with Rose and Ray Fosse rubbed me the wrong way so I was anti-Rose. I’m not sure now how justified my enmity was or not. I disliked Woody Hayes for the same sort of reasons. So I was not much of a fan of Rose and glad I didn’t live in southern Indiana or southern Ohio, and feel obligated to root for the Reds, and by extension, for him.

My take on the 1818 painting “Wanderer above the Sea of Fog” by Caspar David Friedrich.  I can see for miles and miles I can see for miles and miles I can see for miles and miles And miles and miles and miles Oh yeah — by THE WHO (1967)

This seems like a sly diversion, the way a pirate ship might come aside your schooner asking for directions while assuring you they’re not there to take your stuff.

I’m glad I saw Francis Ford Coppola’s ‘Megalopolis,’ even though clocking in at 2 hours and 17 minutes it felt one hour too long. It is intentionally grandiose, and since that is its goal, it cannot be criticized too much for that. Whether people like this grandiosity or not is up to them. Unlike almost all films lately, the dialogue was not purposely garbled in honor of a sort of auteur conceit. Even with my hearing deficits I could discern most of what was being said. The film was fascinatingly tedious. It’s much less of a linear narrative than it is a dream. It’s definitely better than Godfather 3, which I will admit is setting the bar pretty low. 

I’m clenched.

So they’re flying out there immediately today, I’m sure. When it’s an off day, can the opposing team go to the ballpark? Familiarizing the guys just brought up who’ve never played there before with the ins and outs and quirks of the stadium might be helpful.

That’s good to know. It makes me feel better about it all.

I think Hinch is confident about playing in Houston. He knows where the bodies are buried.

Sending Maeda out there was like sticking a “kick me” sign on his back.

Just had a chance to peek in at the game. Maybe it would’ve been better when they clinched that they had partied like they were a Mormon softball team.

It’s a mercy killing.

I will miss the entirety of this game because I have other plans for today of hanging out with a good friend and going to a play, so hopefully the absence of my mojo, which is sometimes beneficial, will prevail.

All these TBS games will be on MAX.

That wasn’t pleasant but stuff happens. Maybe our guys were not so much overconfident but instead a little too loose and sometimes looseness plays in your favor other times it doesn’t. I have no idea, but I’m not gonna lose significant sleep over this. Bragging rights over this year‘s Sox are not exactly a unique commodity.

Wash, rinse, repeat at least sort of, in the 5th.

Let’s score 6 runs in the bottom of the fourth and call the game after 4 1/2 like we were the Yankees or something. I’m kidding.

That water pooling on the warning track is really ominous.

Jobe not fielding like the 2006 World Series Tigers