I find myself getting short of breath, a little weak and dizzy, just thinking about the fact that after today only 20 games remain. Withdrawal...waves of panic...slight desperation...
I'm reminded of the time a few years ago when my doctor diagnosed me as an SOB. Seriously, I looked at his prescription pad, right after we talked in his office, and he had written "Complaint: SOB." But it turns out that's just medical short-hand for "shortness of breath" -- or at least that's what I choose to believe.
None of which has a whole lot to do with today's game, featuring lefties Gio Gonzalez against Brian Duensing. Yes, it's true: In this series I done sing "4 and 20 blackburn" on my man ship. The A's are trying to bid adieu to the Metrodome (FOREVER!!!) with a sweep. My most vivid memory of the Metrodome? It had to be when a high chopper off the plate bounced over the second baseman's head, was charged by Mike Davis, took a second kangaroo hop over his head, and went for an inside-the-park homerun. Goodbye, Metrodome. Don't let the baseball colored roof hit your Metrodomey ass on the way out.
