While to the untrained eye the title of this post may appear to put into question which side of the plate I’m hitting from (as in my out-loud-to-myself question tonight, “Ruben Sierra’s a switch hitter? Who knew?”), I am now the biggest National League fan in the world. The past four or whatever nights have brought me to the conclusion that maybe I don’t hate the Red Sox as much as I hate their fans. And not just all their fans, but the ones that have a voice on a national website or that give constant reminders that Boston is good because the world owes it to them. The drunkeness and debauchery, however, is pretty cool. The past hour and a half has pretty much been a preview of my month of February immediately following the Browns winning the Super Bowl. Fortunately, by the time that happens, I’ll have built up at least a months vacation at work, and the $63.75 in my 401K will be enough for a keg and some party favors. (And yes, I really did take a picture of a video game screen, and no the offsides wasn’t turned off.) So regardless, I’m a Houston Cardinals fan now, but only until November.
Actually, while it wouldn’t be a bad thing to see the Cardinals win, seeing how most of their roster has been there for at least a couple of years, and their “ringer” is Larry Walker, a member of the top 5 “Who would I really like to go on a roadie with?” list, I could dig that. But the Astros have players like that, and then some. To see Biggio and Bagwell get their due after sticking it out for so many years would be cool. (Especially if Bags grabs his junk toward the Sox dugout after the win and reminds them that they traded him and now he has a ring. But I digress.) Then again, the Astros picked up Clemens to help them get there. A definite negative.
Baseball aside, someday when my head clears up I’ll recap all that was (and that’s allowed to tell) about Homecoming weekend in Bowling Green. Alot of others will say what they will about the proximity to major agricultural crops, or the National Tractor Pulling Championships on the west side of town every year, but BG is a damn fine college town.
On the pro side, the Browns finished up a perfect pigskin weekend for me by shoving Chad Johnson’s Pepto up his Bismol and beating the Bengals 34-17. Hopefully that was just a warmup for the REAL big mouth of the league, Terrell Owens, who visits this Sunday. Its just regular season, but if the Browns can remember where they found the offense at and pull an upset, downtown Cleveland could be a fun place Sunday afternoon. (Here’s where I also get to mention that a solid 10-4 week in the “Pick ‘Em Till They Hurt Celebrity NFL Prognostications” got me back in the race and while I still trail Pete four weeks to two, and by six games overall, I’ve stopped the bleeding. Which, last time I checked, is a good thing whenever something is bleeding. To stop it, that is.)
Got a real strange/surprising e-mail today, which I’ve been sworn to secrecy about, but with the outside chance that it happens, it would be really, really cool. I’m talking big time. Stay tuned.