"Hell may have no fury like a woman scorned but heaven hath no sweetness like a sports fan vindicated." - Samcat

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

So, Los Angeles, we meet again.

(Photo from Yahoo! Sports)

The Huggy Bunch up there appears to be very excited about this imminent playoff thing. Possibly because, hey, more baseball. And maybe because, as Bob Ryan attested a few days ago, they're playing with house money this year as no one on that team really has anything left to prove. Plus, the Red Sox are the walking wounded right now what with everyone's obliques going fucko bazoo and labrum tears left and right. Let's just try to keep everyone's ACLs attached, yes?

Those aren't excuses, mind you. The Angels are a killer team. They certainly have been this season as relates to their matchups with the Sox. So if they take us down, well, tip of the cap to them, they're an excellent baseball team. But, I mean, in recent history an 83-win team has won the World Series and Derek Lowe has been a postseason hero. Stranger things have happened is what I'm saying here.

That said, playoff baseball is playoff baseball and we'll enjoy it for all it's worth. Plus? We're guaranteed at least three games of the Mike Scioscia Face. You know, the Mike Scioscia Face, the one that, as Amy describes, "makes it look as though Scioscia wet his pants three innings ago and is standing there in his urine-soaked uniform pants and willing himself to power through." Truly, the Mike Scioscia Face is one of the best parts of postseason baseball. It's the little things, people.

Stupid West Coast. I'd recommend starting the caffeine IV or crystal meth drip posthaste. You're gonna need it.