Out with old, in with the new.
By virtue of gettin g extra sleep during yesterday's game (and being on the east coast, and... um... just by having to get up in the morning for a parade), hopefully i'm early enough to write something interesting for a change.
I know we score 4 runs in the last inning last night. Garbage time, some might call it. I know we may occasionally talk about more than we do. Trash talking probably evokes a more agressive edge to it than my casual way of putting things normally would indicate. But Denard Span, recently in the commentator's booth used to also say something about playing with a chip on one's shoulder, keeping an edge.
So here's to a philosophic wet stone and maintaining that edge. Here's to Buxton being back. And the wonders one finds in the "trash"
Line ups to come. Rainbows and sunshine, as they got to be somewhere, even if not in Cleveland.
er... 5 minutes late... feel free to delete, if you want.