This weekend certainly had its ups and downs, didn't it? Saturday was amazingly good, but apparently the Twins runs are scored based on a quota system, and today was....not as good.
Of course, today was compounded by the White Sox double-header, and I'm trying to console myself with the fact that we would have been knocked out of 1st place even if we'd won this afternoon.
I feel it's important to keep things in perspective, because it's silly to be sad and upset about one little baseball game, when there are people who are going through much worse things right now.
I'm referring to, of course, Vikings fans.
I think it's worthwhile to note that I may have to take some personal responsibility for the Vikings loss today, because apparently my Nick Swisher Experiment findings may also apply to the NFL. Every single player/team that I actively despise did really well today (it was infuriating). And I happen to hate the entire Manning clan as much as I would hate a hypothetical baseball team that included all of the following: Nick Swisher, Roger Clemens, Derek Jeter, Pudge Rodriguez and Sarah Palin. Thusly, both Peyton and Eli won today. [This means that for the next 18 hours or so, I will be thinking warm, loving and affectionate thoughts about Tony Romo, and by extension, Jessica Simpson.]
I'm left a little confused, however, about the best strategy for jinxing the White Sox tomorrow. Will a cut and dried "love the White Sox, hate the Yankees" strategy work? I'm worried that this might backfire because I do so genuinely hate the Yankees already (similar to how my genuine love for A.J. Pierzynski does not make him crappier at baseball). I just don't know what the correct way to handle this is.
I do know that something must be done to stop the White Sox. I am willing to do something drastic, if necessary. I have considered Sharpie-ing something pro-Swisher/Sox on my upper-arm where it can't really be seen now that it's chilly and longer sleeves are appropriate. I came up with that brilliant/insane idea after reading about a football player (I don't remember who), that Sharpies the phrase "Suicide Mission" on his body before every game. I think that "I <3 Swisher/SOX 4ever" would be just as weird and creepy, and hopefully just as effective. Desperate times call for desperate measures, my friends.
In other news, my back hurts today and I am totally convinced that it is Boof Bonser sympathy pains.