The Morning After
The Rangers get all the way to the World Series, The Fall Classic, and don't actually show up. The pitchers couldn't find the plate, the infielders were scratching their crotches, the outfielders were picking daisies, and ...
Wait a minute. I have no idea what I'm talking about. I couldn't even watch the game. I was stuck with watching MLB's Gameday cartoon batter, live from the internet, and he didn't swing a lick. Not once.
It's time for me to subscribe to some TV so I can watch the games next year. I've got to see some sweat. I've got to see some action. I've got to see some half-naked cheerleaders.
Oops. Wrong sport.
Hey, why don't baseball teams have half-naked cheerleaders? That would bring in the audience, don't ya know.
Okay, back to The Rangers ...
There's nothing for me to complain about. They made it to the World Series. And if they made it once, they can make it again. And when they do, I'll be sitting in the nosebleed section, in the cheap seats, but I'll be there, by golly!
So, when does spring training start?