The Baseball Gods made games like tonight's to smite all the unbelievers who leave during the 7th inning.
Seriously, folks who left...I hope "beating the traffic" was worth it. (Boy, it's difficult to get the right amount of sarcasm and sneering inflection by just putting that sentence in print. I'd be much more mocking in person.)
I wasn't at this game, but I feel like I can afford to be a little smug about this, because Those Girls NEVER leave a game early. Baseball miracles can happen at any time. You have to be ready.
And I'm not sure the end of today's game can be classified as anything short of miraculous.
I'm starting to think that Alexi Casilla might be just a little bit magic.
Or maybe it was the magical power of the blue jerseys. I really love the blue jerseys.
Or maybe The Suck just finally caught back up with the Mariners.
Whatever happened, I liked it. If Those Girls HAD been at this game, and if we had brought our "Me Gusta/No Me Gusta" Spanish sign, we would have been wildly waving the "Me Gusta" side around and jumping up and down.
Tonight was so amazing that it almost takes the sting out of the fact that Those Girls will NOT be attending the lovely Twins Welcome Home Luncheon tomorrow.
Sometimes I get cranky when I don't get what I want, but in this case I'm trying really hard to be all zen and cool about it. When the Baseball Gods close a door, they open a window, right? Of course, since my alternative is just going to work and being lame, I'm not sure what good an open window will do, unless I can jump out of it. If anyone else is going, take notes and report back!
[Oh...and special side-note to Mrs. Nick Blackburn, we will figure out a way to pester your hubby for a picture some other time. Don't worry, we're nothing if not persistent and resourceful. We won't let you down! P.S...Nick looked a little down earlier tonight. We were thinking maybe you could tell him that he "looks really pretty today," because that always cheers us up when we're sad.]