as it turns out, freddy garcia wasn’t the one who needed a warning. garcia did very well. after i killed my voice screaming at neal cotts that “i will come beat you stupid!” my guys must have collectively realized that the midol had worn off and it was time to give me some nice pacifying chocolate, or at least a white sox winner. bobby jenks was amazing as per usual, and my guys paulie and joe did some good work, not to mention that nice fellow in the number twenty-three jersey who had a little something to say about the notion of heading into a twelfth inning. the umpires, however. the umpires made what i felt were several questionable calls. the umpires were not only not niqui’s friends tonight, the umpires were niqui’s mortal enemies. no chocolate for the umpires!

… i kvetch, of course (it is what i do!), but it was actually a very good game (minus neal cotts’ performance, which just confirmed his position on my shit list) and i had a great time (although they had me worried a couple times there). it was an absolutely gorgeous night out. i think i prefer night games to day games. there’s something about looking out on the baseball diamond and having it all lit up in brilliant white light that’s really neat. and, of course, the home run fireworks show up a lot better!