That's what we did on the drive home. It took us 'til Hudson to come up with a decent length list. But here goes:
- There wasn't a blizzard this year. That was a major improvement.
- We love the throwback uniforms. Two Thumbs Up. (Well, 1 and a half thumbs up....the red caps are a little distracting and disconcerting.)
- Craig Breslow stepped up and had a pretty good first showing as a full-time Baseball Boyfriend. He even made a brief cameo apprearance on the mound...which made me happy. It didn't go real great baseball-wise, but I appreciate the effort. I think he's been studying.
- Mike Redmond took a lickin' and kept on tickin'. We have the toughest catcher in the world. There has to be some bragging rights in that.
- There wasn't a blizzard. Wait....no, I already counted that one. That might be all we came up with.
I'm ashamed to admit this but there were a couple of times during the game I caught myself thinking "I am missing Morrissey for this." So, here's the deal. Anyone who went to Morrissey instead of the game needs to tell me that the show was awful. Lie to me. Although, seriously, if anyone went to Morrissey instead of the game, I'm pretty sure they're not reading this particular blog. But, you get my point. Someone could lie to me and just say they went to the Morrissey concert and that it was complete crap. I'd be OK with that.
It's fair to say that I have some trust issues with Francisco Liriano. Today didn't really help. Honestly, he wouldn't have been our pick for Opening Day starter. But, for some completely inexplicable reason, we don't get to make that call. So, it is what it is. Maybe this would have happened no matter what.
I think maybe we had to lose today to boost the collective self-esteem of the Greater Seattle Metro Area. Or maybe we had to lose so that I didn't feel obligated to eat disgusting Strawberry Cheesecake IttiBitz at every game (I was once again trying to find a lucky substitute for the MIA Magical Lucky Cotton Candy Milkshakes....Strawberry Cheesecake IttiBitz are NOT it. Trust me. Blech).
But tomorrow....no more losing. OK? Tomorrow will be better. I know it.
And in preparation for A More Awesome Tomorrow (my campaign slogan, should I ever decide to run for President), Those Girls do feel the necessity to point out that while
some most players have earned a certain amount of unconditional love from Those Girls, the same is simply not true for everyone. Fair or not, that's how it goes. Joe Crede, we are talking to you. We don't know you, except as the enemy. We feel that we are perfectly within our rights to require some sort of proof positive that you are, in fact, worthy of our warm, glowing, and freakishly powerful baseball love. We are officially withholding said baseball love until you prove that you deserve it.
Make it work.