The Thinking Gal's Sex Kitten...Your baseball pal. Sometimes, I swear like a motherfucker over here, just to get it out of my system.
There’s an impulse among some Blue Jays fans to declare the season “over” as soon as things start to go poorly. Those folks are going to love this post.
It’s a phenomenon that I struggle to understand, though I assume that it is motivated by the same impulse that leads someone to tell you that they saw the secret twist in a movie or TV show coming before everyone else, or that they were a fan of a band before anyone else knew who they were.
(Have I mentioned how I passed on the opportunity to see the Arcade Fire in a tiny club in Wakefield, Quebec because I wanted to see the Expos’ final home series?)
Whatever the motivation, I’m sure some will be happy to read my thoughts on the 2014 season written in the past tense. That I’ve finally allowed their beseechments to penetrate my thick skull, and that I’ve come around to what they’ve been telling me all along, or maybe that I’ve given up hope – though I haven’t because I’m kinda dumb that way.
I dunno. Seemed a little too crabby and self-serving. The implication being “These jerks think they’re so smart. It’s too bad they don’t understand that I’M the smart one.”
Damn it. Humility and productivity don’t go hand in hand when writing.