The morning after (no pills necessary)

After taking a little time to digest yesterday's..."disappointment", I still feel a thorn in my side: it's about attitude. Not about the A's attitude, as I'm not in their heads and don't know what they're thinking. Frankly (and I mean more than Mr. Thomas here), I have the feeling that they're just fine. I think they're probably concerned but I also think they've faced plenty of pressure this season and they're where they need to be today -- dealing with game four and game four only. One through three are over. Five though seven, as of right now, do not exist.

Game on -- good luck, fellas. Let the chips fall where they may.

What sticks in my side is the when I read about fans giving up here and going to the "being realistic" card to back up their feelings. Before you snap back let me say this to the quitters: you're welcome to live by a losing mentality. And you're welcome to write about it and complain about how bad it feels. Freedom of speech -- rah rah, go team.  

But before you claim "reality", let me suggest something: nobody knows - period.

You can talk stats, you can site examples you can even say "the odds are...", but you can't say something "IS" with any modicum of reality because nobody knows (insert cliche of choice: fat ladies, Yogi Berraisms, etc.). It's the reason I watch the games -- because I believe they are fair, unslanted (at least to the degree which "evildoers evil-influences" can be overcome), unplanned events; they are, I believe, one of the few -- maybe only --examples of which you'll find on TV).

It's a place to remember possibilities. It's high stakes, truthful drama. As a man who makes his living telling stories, I appreciate this because every so often there is a story line, character or bizarre moment that makes me say, "I couldn't have written that because I never would have believed myself".

Something that makes us believe in the unbelievable? That's beautiful.

Go A's.