"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."


Glenn Reynolds:

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."

I'm an
Alcoholic Yeti
in the
TTLB Ecosystem

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Just Sayin' . . .

We know that it's only May 15, and that the Major League Baseball regular season doesn't end until the first week of October.

We know that the season consists of 162 games, and that only about 35 -- roughly one-fifth -- of those games have been played.

We know that, in the next four-and-a-half months, players will be injured, batters will have slumps, pitchers arms will fall off, balls will hit the edge of second base and carom into left field for game-winning hits, shortstops will throw the ball into the dugout, and umpires will make game-changing calls shown to be wrong by super-slo-mo.

We know all that.  Really, we do.


Had the season ended yesterday the San Diego Padres would host the Washington Nationals in the first game of the Divisional Playoffs.

There. We said it. We think it needed saying.


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