Curse This Cursed Blackberry
So there I was at the Meadowlands, on a gorgeous day, the sun beating down on us, watching a thriller of an overtime football game between my World Champion New York Giants and the Bengals, and all I could do is keep hitting "refresh" on my stupid Blackberry to see the stupid bullpen give up stupid run after stupid run, letting the stupid Braves chip away, chip away, and finally go roaring past the stupid Mets, as the stupid offense decided to stop scoring any stupid runs after the stupid second inning. Stupid.
I've called them finished so many times, I can't even bother any longer. I'm officially adopting the "whatever will be, will be" posture at this point: if they make it, great, if not, well for pete's sake, my football team is 3-0! I have bigger fish to fry.
But I will say this: If Aaron Heilman pitches to another batter this season in anything even remotely resembling a meaningful or important spot, I will pay for Jerry Manuel's psychiatric examination myself.