Well, since our favorite team isn't in the playoffs, I'll just get loose with the visual examples.
Why don't we just say that when it comes to momentum, sometimes you're the left fat ass cheek, and sometimes you're the right.
Sunday, Pittsburgh was the fat left, with a chance of coasting into the playoffs.
All you gotta do is keep that big fat cheek on the left side of the seat and don't let the right leg pedal.
Some Card-Kid named Michael Wacha almost no-hit the Pirates.
He's a year younger than Starlin Castro, in case you were wondering.
Now it's all tied up at 2 apiece and the Cards get to play game number 5 (at 4:07 central) next to the Mississippi rather than the Allegheny which'll make it a little harder for the Pirates.
Adam Wainwright vs Garrit Cole.
Okay, and the other series I'm interested in is the A's and Tigers, and the A's won game #3 in Detroit 6-3.
Go Billy Beane.
Well... all these series are pretty coo tool, but I'd rather not see Boston or the Dodgers move forward but...probably impossible in round uno.
Lastly, ONE of these days it'll be OUR favorite team who pulls some freaking kid like Wacha out of their fat right cheek. A kid with all of 64 innings (weird - just like Sonny Gray) under his belt to come and kick ass in the playoffs.
ONE OF THESE DAYS.
HEAR ME THEO?
OKAY, last thing.
The first time in my life I ever went skiing was in Flagsaff my freshman year.
I rented some really ratty gross scarred-up rock skis, went up the lift, came down the bowl.
Had no idea what I was doing - never took a lesson.
I'd go for a bit, fall down, lose the skis, put 'em back on.
Seriously, like an hour to get down.
And now it's flatter and I'm skiing towards the lift line and I notice that everyone's in line sideways.
Graphically, they're like a bunch of upside down T's.
It makes the line shorter, I guess.
But what it also did was leave the backs of all the skiier's skis sticking out in a row.
I was going soooo slow, and my aim was just good enough not to ski into anybody, but my momentum carried me over the skis of about 15 people.
The scraping noise of my horrible rentals skiing over the top of the back of all the other skiier's beautiful shiny ones...
I cannot tell you how embarrassing that was.
They were all stuck in that position, and no one could reach behind to stop me, so I just said, "I'm sorry. So sorry. Sorry! Never skied before. I'm so sorry..."