Not to bore you to death, but I had to go to the dentist at 7 last night.
Lost a filling.
It was tied at 2 when I sat in the chair, real bad timing.
In the middle of it the doc and assistant had to make a mold or something because this one will be a crown, but it gave me a second to pull out the phone and see Cubs up 5-2.
With the right side of my head completely numb, I tried to say, "Millsy!"
I forgot my mouth wouldn't work.
Behind my head somewhere I heard, "Everything okay?"
I said, "Yeff."
What is going on with the starting pitching?
How is Alec Mills holding the Reds to hardly nothin'?
It amazes me, the surprise that the Cubs can bring every season, and Tommy Hottovy just must be doing something good, right?
Hauled ass home and right as I was pouring out some freshly shaken, frosty cold Aviator gin into a chilled martini glass, Javy Baez takes a 3-0 outside pitch and puts it over he wall just out of the reach of old buddy Nick Castellanos.
"HABBEY BAYZH!" I screamed.
My wife was in the other room.
She goes, "Everything okay?"
"YEFF ISH AWSHUM!"
Javier Baez doesn't swing but one way, and the ball just splatters.
3 for 5 with a double and 2 homers... he just might be gettin' hot.
I got to watch the rest of the game, and his other dinger.
Man, this is just not what I expected in Cincinnati. Those Reds bats... well, I'll take it.
And tonight we'll see The Professor back on the mound after his complete game shutout to open the season.
Could you be any more excited?
Ryan Tepera closed it out. He gave up a 2-run homer, but his stuff looked really good.
There's a problem Dave Ross is gonna have to deal with in Craig Kimbrel, but if the season can keep going (not diving into Covid today), that'll get figured out.
My wife came in at the end of the game and pointed at my chest, where, instead of going in my mouth, a little martini had sneakily dribbled onto my shirt.
"Good look there." she said.
But I didn't care.
The Cubs are 4-1 and sitting on top of the Central with a 1.5 game lead over the Cardinals with 55 games to go.
Sprint is right, and the Cubs got a good jump.
Or, as I said to my wife last night, "Cuzha kishkin ash!"