First of all, I would like to thank Nick Blackburn for succumbing to peer pressure, and choosing the blue jerseys today. Three out of five starting pitchers choose blue. I like it.
You know what else I like?
Winning. I find it vastly superior to losing in most, if not all, respects.
But winning won't do us much good in the rankings, if the White Sox don't start losing. So naturally I have to wonder what I, as a dedicated fan and sometimes Controller-of-the-Universe-with-my-mind, can do to make this happen.
It was recently suggested to me that Nick Swisher might be "feeding off my hatred and it is making him stronger." Obviously the corollary to that assertion is that I might have the power to destroy Nick Swisher with love.
As distasteful as that seems to me, I'm (wo)man enough to give it a try, in the interest of science. At least for a week. Starting tomorrow, I will spend one week thinking happy fluffy bunny thoughts about Mr. Swisher. We'll see what, if any, impact this has on his game. Obviously, all pertinent details of this experiment will be noted here on the blog.
I reserve all rights to abort this experiment at any time if it seems to exponentially improve his level of play, or if it causes nausea, vomiting, internal bleeding and/or sexual side-effects.
Damn...the nausea is starting already.