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Dude, riot police on the field? Yankees fans are nuts, yo.
So, I hear the Red Sox are going to play the Yankees or something?
Actually I caved and put the game on this evening, after noticing that every other TV in my dorm was showing it, and counting on the fact that, judging by history, the right team is more likely to win if I watch. Because I know there were people who would've been very upset if I'd jinxed it. Not that I'm particularly sympathetic with Sox fans. My team hasn't made it to the Series since the year I was born, so I don't remember what it's like, either. And we've only made it to the League championship once in that time, and we were *cheated* out of it by that kid in the stands who grabbed the ball out of the outfielder's hands. And yes, I'm still bitter.
No, I don't particularly care about the Sox, I just know that the Yankees are Evil. That it's the Sox beating them is just icing on the cake. And what was up with that amazing disappearing run in the bottom of the eighth? (I had the sound off, because a) I was ostensibly studying and b) the only thing more annoying than Yankees winning is having to listen to commentators.) Seriously, Was that the baseball equivalent of a personal foul? I've never seen that before, and I watch usually watch single-A games.
See? Yankees=evil. So yay, Sox winning! Although I fear they may be using up all of the underdog mana we're going to need for the presidential elections.
Baseball always makes me think of Steven Jay Gould, and Steven Jay Gould always makes me think of evolutionary paleontology, and evolutionary paleontology lately makes me think of cladistics. And cladistics seems to be an if you have a hammer, everything's a nail sort of tool, because in the past few weeks I've been tempted to use cladistic analysis for everything from organizing my sock drawer to plotting my novel. The only one of those things it'd reasonably be appropriate for is analysing the relationships between different magical and scientific systems of thought. But that hasn't stopped me from *trying*.
In other news, my knee has decided to start acting up. Not in a twisted or strained or even overworked sort of way, more a "You think you can make me carry laundry up the stairs, do you? Bwa ha ha ha!" sort of way. I have acceded to its terrorist demands to the extent of wrapping it in an old ace bandage during the carrying, but if it does not decide to start acting more adult about things this could be a problem, considering the number of stairs I use every day. And I also have vague, indecisive cold symptoms, which keep going away as soon as I decide that I am definitely getting sick, and then coming back again, which is a lot more annoying than just being able to enjoy being sick and miserable and staying wrapped in blankets for twenty hours at a time and drinking lots of hot dark chocolate laced with rum and spiced cider.
So by any logical measure, I should not be feeling great. But I'm in a frighteningly good mood. I've even caught myself *singing* lately. *brr*. It must be the beautiful, chilly, drippy October weather and the leaves changing color and me actually having an offhand chance of waking up near sunrise. Or maybe it's the Yankees losing. (;
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As far as the "disappearing run" goes, Alex Rodriguez made an intentional swat at (insert name of Red Sox reliever here)'s arm, hitting the ball away. You can't do that; it's interference.At first, the umpire didn't see it, and call Rodriguez safe, leading to a double in which Jeter scored from first.
Red Sox manager (insert his name here) did see, however, and came out, VERY calmly, and explained it to the umpire. At that point, ALL the umpires gathered on the field, eventually calling Rodriguez out for the interference, and bringing Jeter back to first, cancelling the run. Needless to say this call (albeit a good one) was not popular with the New York natives. That's what the cops were for.
If you not watching really is a bad thing, then make sure you at least have a TV on for the last game, please. ^^;
As far as the knee goes, try that Icy-Hot stuff. It really works.
And we've only made it to the League championship once in that time, and we were *cheated* out of it by that kid in the stands who grabbed the ball out of the outfielder's hands. And yes, I'm still bitter.
And can you remember that jerk's name?
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I think, after he's gone, the Yankees will only be generically evil.
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