Sunday, October 21, 2007

musings from the alcs

spit. they all spit. breathe, breathe, spit. breathe, breathe, spit. the field must be lousy slick with all the additional moisture. esp. the pitcher's mound. i hope, think that not everybody was chewing tobacky, what with all the info about mouth, tongue cancer. so, it probably is gum, rather than chaw. the spittle is clear. (tmi???) but what is up with this? are their swallowing muscles destroyed when they sign a big league contract?? (probably is the same with minor leagues, just i don't watch them.) Think of the dugouts. they must have depends laid out on the floors. either that or a mesh grid with drainage to the sewers underneath. watch terry francona, boston coach, sometime. i would hate to go out to dinner with these guys. here you are at 21 or some fancy place, and they're spitting all over the floor. sorry, waiter, could you get a mop? wet cleanup at table 7! it is a new classification for equal rights. i'm handicapped by atrophy of the swallowing muscles. sorry. sorry. bring a humidor.

Also, if you are watching, i now know where ryan gets his ideas for facial hair. he watches too much boston red sox tv. they nearly all have funky chin hair. lots of soul patches. some strange sideburns.

go, tribe. you are your worst enemy. you don't have to fear the red sox, you need to stop giving them the game. but, really, go tribe!!

2 comments:

Carolyn said...

pretty nasty habit. i'll encourage my sons to NOT spit. better yet, i'll have their dad encourage them to not spit.

Ihrayeep said...

ooh that was so annoying. So many chances to win it and they just blew all of them completely.

And what is this, bullpen exhaustion? Our pitching suddenly starts giving up runs left and right? Because it really was a lot closer than 11-2 would make you think. :-\

But like i said earlier, it doesn't really matter because whoever wins (the sox in this case) will be destroyed by the machinelike rockies anyway.