Sometimes you have a bad weekend. Sometimes you manage to futz out at every possible scoring chance. Sometimes you’re the winning run and you strike out to end the game. And then, sometimes, you have a chance to redeem yourself. Your team scores 4 runs in one inning, but they could sure use some insurance and you step up with two outs and two on, and you lace a hit through the gap and end up with a very hott triple, which, after a demoralizing two games, ends the series on a high and earns you, Michael Cuddyer, the Boyfriend of the Day.
Goober/Doctor 19; Readers/The Field 17; Batbaby/(Kubes) 8; Batgirl/Chairman 7; Sooz/(Cuddy) 6; Jeb/ (Silva) 3.
Posted by Batgirl at July 30, 2006 04:20 PMAnd sometimes, if you go 13-2 after the break and run down the Bitch Sox, you commit the teeniest, tiniest bit of hubris. You feel a little too fat and sassy. And sometimes the baseball gods take notice, and decide to smite you. Just a little bit.
But then sometimes they throw you a freakin' bone, and smite the Motor City Kitties upside the head for a half inning.
And all is well again in the universe.