the everyday adventures of sabrina

“A.J. Pierzynski hits a grand slam (16) to center field. Jermaine Dye scores. Jim Thome scores. Paul Konerko scores.”

some other ones: “Jermaine Dye homers (43) on a fly ball to left field. Jim Thome homers (41) on a fly ball to left field.” sadly, i only stuck it out watching the game through the top of the eighth last night. i was so sleepy i was about to faceplant onto my keyboard, marvellous things appearing on my gameday display or not. game tonight! 1905 vs. detroit, garland vs. bonderman at the cell; we’re only 5 games behind the ligers now. we can do this. my guys are in the house.

okay, people. quit posting doom and gloom to sox blogs. “i can’t remember the last time i felt so hopeless!” how about last september when we were in the progress of neatly and swiftly blowing a 15-game lead for the division? we whittled it down to, what, 2 games? 1.5? that sucked. a lot. there are plenty of times we pretty much just stink up the park. helloo, why are you guys’ memories so short? i love my guys, i love them a lot, but we’re pretty good at screwing up on a regular basis too.

of course we’re also good at pulling out of tight spaces and surprising ourselves as well as those around us, which is what i’m really, really, really hoping we start doing Real Soon Now. c’mooooonn, freddy!! going to the game wednesday, wearing my paulie jersey (of course) and keeping my fingers crossed for the best. i really do not want to see that E# on the standings page get any closer. oh, and, um: GO BOSTON!!!

(go buy palehosesix stuff, because the comic is funny) september is a crazy time of year, y’all. it’s the time of year when i find myself avidly watching cleveland and praying for travis hafner to go make someone cry, or when i start watching boston games so i can cheer them on. i mean, the avid cheering for pitchers to start whanging minnesota hitters with fastballs is nothing new — that’s just good times, there — but the rest of it? cheering for the rangers??? and let’s not underestimate exactly how far i’m willing to go in order to get the already-eliminated royals to suddenly find all their misplaced skills and go at least seven out of their nine final outings this year? i don’t know where you get live chickens in this city but i am willing to find out! it’s surreal; i’m telling ya. GOOOOO, BALTIMORE!!! TORONTO, YOU CRAZY CANADIANS! meanwhile, i went on a seventies kick this weekend (don’t hate; i know you sing along to the chorus of “Breakfast in America” when it comes on the lite rock station, too) and supertramp must be baseball fans.

i know that there’s a reason why i need to be alone
you show me there’s a silent place that I can call my own
is it mine, oh! lord is it mine?
you know I get so weary from the battles in this life
and as many times it seems that you’re the only hope in sight
is it mine, oh! lord is it mine?
when everything’s dark and nothing seems right,
there’s nothing to win, and there’s no need to fight
i never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land
but it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand
is it mine, oh! lord is it mine?
when everything’s dark and nothing seems right,
you don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
if only i could find a way
to feel your sweetness through the day
the love that shines around me could be mine.
so give us an answer, won’t you,
we know what we have to do,
there must be a thousand voices trying to get through.

mark buehrle, don’t be supertramp. there’s still hope! throw me a white sox winner tonight!

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