Post by klaiggeb on Jun 15, 2014 22:23:31 GMT -5
Tomorrow morning, Monday, June 16, I get up at 0315 to catch a plane to S. Carolina to visit with my mom, (87 years old) and then my wife's brother, and my best friend, a former federal agent, now retired.
For me, this break couldn't come at a better time.
I flat out NEED a break... before I break something, or simply have a coronary.
Actually, I'm DESPERATE for one.
My temper is short in every aspect of my life.
Good thing I'm not armed at home. I might shoot the frickin' TV!
I can't stand to watch one more game like these last three. Not one more!
I can't.
I get too wound up. Too emotional. Too angry.
I take the games too personal.
I'm sick and tired of watching hitters take pitches down the heart of the plate for strike 3 because "it wasn't what they were expecting."
Excuse me?
Guessing with 2 strikes so you get FOOLED by a pitch right down the center of the plate?
What the frickin' hell are you guessing for?
I've NEVER understood guess hitters.
See the spin, react and swing.
It's that complicated, and it's that simple.
I'm tired of watching all the weird things that have happened to us in these last 3 games. Floinks that find holes, a 2nd baseman get the ball stuck in his glove on a DP ground ball.
Bad hops to Crawford. More than I can count.
Where's the frickin' ground crew? I've seen more bad hops in the last 3 days than I've seen at this park all year long!
Bad angles, balls scooting through holes, sloppy glove work by Sanchez, and now Posey, maybe with a concussion.
I'm sick of umpires who phone it in.
I'm sick of watching Pagan drop that back shoulder and pop up.
I'm sick of Sanchez' massive upper cut, and then watching him wonder what happened.
I'm sick and tired of Hicks waving at any pitch within the confines of AT & T.
I don't lose well.
I don't.
As I said, I need a break.
I'll be gone 11 days, back late on June 27, which, in the mood I'm in right now means I'm figuring we'll be in 2nd or 3rd place by then.
Not logical, I know.
But I'm still pissed at blowing a 4 run league to 3rd and 4th stringers.
I'll check in once-in-a-while, but I really won't have much computer access.
For me, this break couldn't come at a better time.
I flat out NEED a break... before I break something, or simply have a coronary.
Actually, I'm DESPERATE for one.
My temper is short in every aspect of my life.
Good thing I'm not armed at home. I might shoot the frickin' TV!
I can't stand to watch one more game like these last three. Not one more!
I can't.
I get too wound up. Too emotional. Too angry.
I take the games too personal.
I'm sick and tired of watching hitters take pitches down the heart of the plate for strike 3 because "it wasn't what they were expecting."
Excuse me?
Guessing with 2 strikes so you get FOOLED by a pitch right down the center of the plate?
What the frickin' hell are you guessing for?
I've NEVER understood guess hitters.
See the spin, react and swing.
It's that complicated, and it's that simple.
I'm tired of watching all the weird things that have happened to us in these last 3 games. Floinks that find holes, a 2nd baseman get the ball stuck in his glove on a DP ground ball.
Bad hops to Crawford. More than I can count.
Where's the frickin' ground crew? I've seen more bad hops in the last 3 days than I've seen at this park all year long!
Bad angles, balls scooting through holes, sloppy glove work by Sanchez, and now Posey, maybe with a concussion.
I'm sick of umpires who phone it in.
I'm sick of watching Pagan drop that back shoulder and pop up.
I'm sick of Sanchez' massive upper cut, and then watching him wonder what happened.
I'm sick and tired of Hicks waving at any pitch within the confines of AT & T.
I don't lose well.
I don't.
As I said, I need a break.
I'll be gone 11 days, back late on June 27, which, in the mood I'm in right now means I'm figuring we'll be in 2nd or 3rd place by then.
Not logical, I know.
But I'm still pissed at blowing a 4 run league to 3rd and 4th stringers.
I'll check in once-in-a-while, but I really won't have much computer access.