I couldn't quite put my finger on the something...but whatever it was was very, very wrong.
No, it wasn't that the Metrodome was the back-drop to an ugly game of Super LaRoche Bros last night.
No...it wasn't even that Liriano continues to force everyone to wear ugly unflattering vests when he starts.
And then it dawned on me.
No Favorite Things Baskets.
NO FAVORITE THINGS BASKETS!!!
I look forward to the Favorite Things Baskets the same way a small child looks forward to Christmas...or their birthday...or Pony Rides at the fair.
And during that god-awful Yankees series I distinctly remember thinking "Well, this sucks...but pretty soon the Favorite Things Basket list will come out and everything will be OK!"
And I waited. And I waited. And I waited until I sort of forgot that I was waiting for something.
And then today I woke up with that bad feeling I was telling you about....because Autograph Party Day is Saturday....and there are going to be NO Favorite Things Baskets.
And my heart is broken.
To be fair...there will be Memory Bags. They will have memorabilia and autographs and game-worn stuff. Or, as I like to call it..."Stuff I Could Buy At Nick's Sports World Whenever I Wanted."
This is not the same.
This is not the same, because each Memory Bag will only be fun for the one person who wins it. Favorite Things Baskets (RIP) were fun for EVERYONE. Because, even if you didn't win a player's Favorite Things Baskets (RIP), you could still see the list of stuff that was in everybody's Favorite Things Baskets (RIP). And you could learn things about your favorite players.
Favorite Things Baskets (RIP) were fun, and educational, and yes dammit...just a little bit whimsical.
It's impossible to play the "Which Twins Player Are You Most Like Based On Their Favorite Movies, Beverages and Snack Food?" game with dumb old Memory Bags. I suppose you could hire a handwriting analyst to examine an autograph from a memory bag looking for clues about personality traits...but that seems a little extreme. And expensive. And creepy.
Welcome to the Post-Favorite Things Apocalyptic Era.
I don't like it here.