All in all, this was a pretty good baseball weekend, huh?
3 good wins, and 1 not-completely-embarrassing loss.
I'll take it.
I think Saturday's game was my favorite. Mostly because the Matt Guerrier/Big Fella presentation of the line-up was so strange and awesome. Winning the game was just an extra bonus. Not that the win wasn't fantastic....Brendan Harris actually made me forget about his political inclinations for two hours, which is hard to do.
I did discover something important on Saturday. Apparently my "Love him til he stinks" strategy only applies to Nick Swisher and is not to be used as a universal tool against just anybody. Because no sooner had the words "Matt Joyce is pretty cute, I like him..." left my mouth than he belted one out of the park. Sorry everybody.
Losing Sunday's game kind of sucked, but then I built a little shrine to Ian Kinsler, and the White Sox lost too. No harm, no foul. I'm kind of sad that I'll have to tear down the Kinsler shrine before Friday. I've come to love him like a Twin.
Good reading if you haven't read it already: Jayson Stark's midseason awards. Pay close attention to the AL Cy Yuk award. I laughed. A lot. An evil sort of laughter.
I'm going to get some sleep, because I feel like I'm going to need all my strength to try and muster up some excitement about the All-Star festivities.