GUESS WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY?
And baseball is still a thing rather than an abstract notion dying as fast as my tomato plants.
I don't know how many of these watercolor portraits I'll get to before the season ends, but glad I got to Javier Baez.
I have read this a couple times - something like Baez has the best glove on the team.
So that's kind of super-elite because Addison Russell is a freakshow of gloved talent.
And Baez is so helping his professional cause by listening to coaches, calming down at the plate, and sometimes even smacking the ball to the opposite field.
SOMEbody is gonna be an unexpected hero in the Wildcard game.
Baez could be that wildcard guy - who knows, man - he could smack a 2nd inning homer over the Allegheny and take all the steam out of Gerrit Cole.
I'm kind of losing my mind waiting for that particular game to arrive.
It seems like the last million years, the end of summer is spent desperately listening to the last of Pat Hughes for another season.
I don't feel like that at all now.
I would like the time to fly right by to that Wildcard game, whether it's in Pittsburgh or Chicago, so I can breathe normally again.
And Pat can keep on talking...
How hilarious is it that ANOTHER sweep of ANOTHER team elicits such a yawn.
Sorry Reds, you're terrible but please luck out against the Pirates.
And... today Jake Arrieta can get win #22.
Fergie stuff, man.