give me all you've got... I won't break your heart
Right. Okay. Well, then.... So I've been mulling over this latest development at Camp Cardinals, and trying desperately to put into words all that I'm thinking, but (as you might imagine) it's pretty difficult. I love Big Mac. No, not the sandwich. (I actually don't like Big Macs.) I don't really care what you think of me regarding that love, and I completely understand that I'm in the minority with my feelings. But still, I love him. I've written about this before, and I don't particularly want to revisit it right now, especially considering

fizzle... pop... dead
We played hard and lost. We have nothing to be ashamed of. Good season, everyone. Now go home and rest up, because Spring Training is only about five months away. I guess it wasn't meant to be. (pause for dramatic effect) Oh, well. There's always next year. (Egads, did I just say that? Deep breath, I will not turn into a Cubs fan.) I like a good underdog, so I'll be rooting for the Rockies and Twins. Where do the other playoff teams stand? Glad you asked? (And yes, I realize you didn't actually ask.) I heard on ESPN yesterday(?) that it might be "a while before they

the games that play us
"All of this means nothing if you can't knock down that shot." Does a 162-game season really come down to this? One game? Can you win 91 games and the division and still go home with nothing to show? Yes. And no. We will slump our shoulders and shuffle off the field, knowing that for now, for this moment in time, we are losers. "We played hard.... We have nothing to be ashamed of." But there was a lot to be proud of during the regular season this year. Lots of drama. Lots of hard work. Lots of excitement. Lots of unforgettable moments (and a few we'd maybe rather forget

can we play a meaningful game, already?
I have started this post over and over, looking for the right words to tell you how I'm feeling, but in all honesty, I don't know how I'm feeling (unless you count sick as a dog with something flu-like). Truly, it's hard to know what to say or how to feel about a team that played so hard and clinched the division and then just decided to bag the rest of the season. Am I supposed to be excited? Disappointed? Outraged? Yes and no, I guess. The post-celebration season was a drag. Nothing interesting happened, and while it was really no fun to watch, we can at least take solace in the fact that nothing disastrous happened, either. Maybe that was the point. Maybe it wa

finally.
Yikes. I'll write more later, but for now suffice it say that after much too much waiting and worrying and wondering, we have finally clinched the National League Central. Yay! Fate = Yadi coming out and LaRue breaking up the 3-3 tie. If we end up playing the Rox in the playoffs, it will most likely be a bloodbath.