Yeah, I know things tend to even out. I can vaguely imagine that the Giants will win another game sooner or later. They may even win more than one. I realize that's a pretty shallow grave of dead certainty but the Giants are testers. Being a fan should be an easy enough day hike but they have given us the Himalayas and Magowan is too cheap to provide decent Sherpas. We are not talking a quick 20 minutes on the stairmaster here. This is crossing the Atlantic in a row boat with half an oar, running the marathon in flip flops, holding your gut in for three hours at the swimming pool, understanding women and passing kidney stones hard. The Giants make you earn it. We have only reached the cat days of June and I am already scrambling for solace. Why, Why, Why???
But enough about me. Let's talk trades. Phil over in Accounting is pushing that Morris and Durham to the Mets for any breathing entity deal. Phil's an idiot, though he is clearly a savant when it comes to manipulating both sets of books we maintain here at EMS. He may have stumbled onto something. Surely, the Mets would like another starting pitcher. Jose Valentin is as consistent and dependable as Courtney Love. Durham might be just what the doctor ordered. I have to believe we could get something good in return. Actually, I don't have to, I want to believe. Don't roll your eyes at me, sister.
Along with the 10 other viewers who didn't switch over to the Weather Channel after the third inning yesterday, I watched the whole damn game. There were highs and lows aplenty and all the drama of a very special episode of Full House. The Brewers fans were certainly yucking it up and having a grand old time. Their team is winning and they get to wear plastic cheese things on their heads. Even the most jaded fan understands the value in that. Tomorrow, Corporate Naming Rights Park will be overrun with johnny-come-lately, bandwagon hopping, superior attitude toting, shiv packing Yankees fans. That is too grim to even think about.
Speaking of Milwaukee, anybody else catch the forlorn shots of Magowan in the stands. He didn't look amused. Well, hard cheese, man. If we aren't amused, you don't get to be either.*
* Mary Alice over in PR said I have to up the rant level because this is apparently sweeps week in the blogosphere. I hate it when the suits try to commercialize my art but Chase Manhattan Bank is holding a mighty large mortgage on Strawman Towers.
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Dave- Maybe you can get your EMS staff working on an idea that allows the Giants to fold the franchise and re-enter as an expansion team with new colors and a new name. Think of the possibilities. Plus, we could pick unprotected players from the other 29 teams, thus greatly improving the line-up!
Just as long as we don't have to take any current Giants in the expansion draft, I fully support your plan.
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