I was really hoping not to relive the nightmare of losing a series in Seattle. It sucked the first time around, and it's not particularly pleasant this time either. Praying for "not a sweep" is not nearly as much fun as hoping for a win.
Someone should have overnighted the team a care-package containing an individual plastic baggie (baggie....get it? To remind them of home!) containing earplugs to drown out the trains, and a their own tiny miniature patch of rubbery 'Dome turf to rub (or kick, or spit on) for good luck.
I was a little bit surprised when I read Gardy's comments yesterday about Mike Lamb, basically calling him out. I'm pretty blunt, but even I would have made a little more diplomatic statement in that situation, like "I wish things would have turned out differently, but sometimes in the stretch you have to make some hard decisions. We wish Mike the best." I felt bad for Lamb, since he didn't seem to know what Gardy was talking about. Poor fella'. I will his beard, I have to admit.