So, tonight was a little bit sucky. My dad and I went to the game together . Which is admirable, for him, because he's really not that into baseball. Jim Thome started signing autographs for people right by us, and my dad was positively horrified when a couple grown men pushed a teeny tiny little boy out of the way, and got autographs while the kid went back to his seat empty handed. Moral outrage runs in the family.
Pre-game I got into a truly enlightening conversation with a guy who works for MLB. I got some major dirt, man. It was great, aside from learning a few things I really wished I hadn't.
Nick Swisher skipped pre-game warm-ups with the team, and was noticeably late running onto the field in the bottom of the 1st. I suspect he was performing some sort of mystical ritual sacrifice, which could explain why he was mostly impervious to my thoughts of good-will tonight. I tried to see if any of the bat boys had gone missing, but I couldn't tell.
Using my keen powers of observation, it really seems like there is some sort of bad mojo going on in the bullpen. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something seems amiss. It looks like certain boys are currently not on speaking terms. This is strange, because it's usually a pretty jovial crew down there. If anybody is heading to a game this weekend, you should go the full 2 hours early and watch how the pitchers are acting towards each other in the outfield during batting practice, and let us know. I'd do it myself, but I'm tired of driving to Minneapolis. Team chemistry is so important. If we can find out a) if there is a problem, and b) what the problem is, you can be assured, Those Girls will not rest until we help solve it.
I miss Alexi. Who'd have guessed I'd ever say that?
Hey! Here are some pictures of Nick Punto:
Did you know that Nick Punto's current batting average is higher than that of 2/3 of the White Sox starting line-up? True story.
Here is A.J.:
Yes, I still love him. I remain unapologetic. In fact, today I composed a little poem for him:
A Poem for AJ
If I even like you
on the Sox side,
I'll still like you
However, I think I did stare directly at the hair for a little bit too long.
I've had a headache I just can't shake for hours now. I may have had a seizure...I can't know for sure, but it would help account for the scattered nature of my thoughts tonight. I tried to organize them, but I gave up when it made my head hurt worse.
Here's a picture of Boof, just because I love him too and don't want him to feel left out: