Forgive me if I sound a bit bitter in this post. I’ve been watching the baseball playoffs, even to the point of missing football games. I’ve been watching team after team put in their best relief pitchers when they are needed, rather than saving them for late in the game when they have a lead. This is important, because my Orioles, just two weeks ago, left their best relief pitcher in the bullpen, and he watched like the rest of us at home as the Toronto Blue Jays walked off with a wild-card win that could have gone the other way.
Notice I say could have gone. There was no guarantee that if Zach Britton came into that game that he would get a double play ground out (there were Blue Jays on first and third base with one out at the time the game ended). There was also no guarantee the Oriole bats would wake up from the golden slumbers they were in from the sixth inning on, where they failed to register even one hit.
It may not sound like it, but I am over it. It wasn’t as if I stayed up all night with a bottle of liquor, staring out into the night sky preparing to meet the dawn when the game ended. No chance of that; I had to work the next day!
Now that I’ve vented about my O’s, the real point of the post is that I’ve been watching these games, even as I’m losing sleep. It must be said that I’ve always been a baseball fan; it was the first game that I ever loved. So every year, I pay a bit of attention to the season, but mostly the Orioles. When the postseason comes I’m locked in, watching as many games as I can. So much so, I’m neglecting sleep. Now you may say, but your recapping The Voice! Certainly, that takes up some viewing time, but I do have an ESPN app to keep track of games, and I do switch during commercial breaks. And once the show ends, I’m watching baseball. I’ve even avoided the presidential debates for sports.
Since my Orioles are gone (have I said that enough?), I’m hoping the Chicago Cubs can finally put the “curse” to rest. Not to mention the fact that I’m tired of hearing about it. Just as I was when the Boston Red Sox finally ended their World Series drought back in 2004. But no matter who wins, I’m enjoying the baseball. I’m enjoying the Los Angeles Dodgers, with one great pitcher, hang in with the Cubs. I’m enjoying the Cleveland Indians, most of whom I can barely name, threaten to put the Blue Jays under their heel for another trip to the World Series.
I know a lot of people are hoping for a Cleveland vs. Chicago World Series, because those two clubs have the longest droughts between winning a baseball championship. It doesn’t matter to me who gets there; I just would like the Cubs to win because of what I stated above. It’s not like I’ve been rooting for them all season; I live and die with the Orioles. But I would like one more sports “curse” to cease to exist, if indeed there is a curse.
P.S. The funniest thing I’ve heard all postseason is that some San Francisco Giants fans are blaming Taylor Swift for them not winning the World Series this year. The reasoning? Every even-numbered year, Swift has released an album. Except for this one. So it’s all Taylor’s fault, huh? If you haven’t seen it, you can read all about it here. The next funniest thing was that Britton’s “game-worn” jersey from the American League wild card game was sold at auction. Except Britton never appeared in the game. More about that story here.