Mess of the Damned

I have concerns about the NLCS. Maybe we’ll win. Maybe we won’t win. Bizarrely, it would be OK either way. These boys have earned our respect and admiration and our lifetime commitment to buy their beers at any bar in the region.

I wanted to whip the Rockies. I wanted to kick them in the jimmy. We needed revenge for sending us packing in 2007. Getting beat by a better team is OK. Getting beat in a fair fight is OK. Getting unceremoniously whipped by a bunch of lucky rookies is not OK. They needed to go down and go down hard. And given their antics in the NLDS, I am glad they got whipped.

The Dodgers fought fair. And they had the good grace to step aside and let us through on our way to the mountaintop in 2008. For that they deserve our thanks. I want to whip ’em again, though. I believe in pursuing and destroying a beaten enemy. Once you’ve got them on the run you need to take their soul. You need to jump on ’em with both feet and make sure they don’t ever get up again. “The easiest way to win an argument is to kill the other fella.” A wise man said that in a movie. I am all about the metaphorical kill. Besides, I owe those Angeleno bastards some shit for the barefoot over broken glass experience of last October 12.

And then – well, then I’d like to beat the Yankees if only to cement New York’s decline into the basement of shame. But I’d also like to beat the Angels for two reasons:

1. Because John Lackey is an unsufferable mouth-breather who beat my beloved Red Sox.

   And

2. Because a match up of the teams with the Ghosts in the Dugout would be pretty cool. And Harry the K could kick Adenhart’s pansy ass any day of the week.

As another great man once said, “All right boys, let’s get ’em!”

Ladies and gents, we have a return engagement with the Dodgers.

And all this on the one year anniversary of my memorable visit to Dodger Stadium.

Here we go again. Here’s hoping we hand the Dodgers their asses again.

What a day! I went from wanting to kick a puppy and conclude a murder suicide pact with a fluffy bunny to being so blearily blissed out I didn’t think I could fall asleep at 3 AM.

What a game! What a day.

I feel like some gigantic vehicle is churning into low gear.

I hope it’s a steamroller.

And all I keep thinking is, “Here we go.”

“Again.”