That, my friends, was the very definition of a romp.
Up yours Cinderella. While you were talking to that goddamned mouse the ugly stepsister ran off with the prince. Hope you like mucking out the stables and marrying the local outhouse cleaner. Bitch.
At home, with our ace on the mound, with a three to one lead – I like our chances. Stay tuned true believers.
Today was also the 145th anniversary of the first spike driven on the Central Pacific Railroad. I have a weird talent for timing. I’m in Sacramento on the spot for the anniversary but I’m also in Sacramento when the Phillies have fair odds to give us reason for a victory parade down Broad Street. Hellfire and damnation. I might be fifty friggin years old the next time this happens.
Holy Moly. Be happy where you’re at I suppose. Get in touch with your inner Yoda. The hell with it. Tomorrow I head east.