"Let us go forth a while, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our closed rooms...
The game of ball is glorious."

--Walt Whitman

Monday, September 29, 2008

Qwitcherbitchin'

There may be a Blackberry in TBL's future, as this summer she has found the vast majority of her "free time" on the bus. But she has valiantly carved some few moments out today because she simply could not resist remarking on this comment by Whine Sox pitcher Mark "World's Smallest Violin" Buehrle on the necessity of making up a previously rained out game with the Tigers:

"You play 161 games and today is supposed to be the last day of the year," Buehrle said. "Everybody is going home, a lot of people are going to the playoffs and here we got to play another game that matters for us and not for the other team."

See, Markie, the point is that you only played 161 games. The Twins played 162, and so must you. There are many words to describe this phenomenon, like "justice" and "fairness" and "schadenfreude". Perhaps you can meditate upon them as you ride the bench today.

Meanwhile, dearest readers, let us all cast our minds back to the Sucking Years and use the empathy we acquired then to whole-heartedly embrace those stalwart Detroit Tigers as they strive to end the season tied for last place, rather than in sole possession of it.

3 rejoinders:

Daymonster sounded off...

They did play 161 games... The Twins played 162 games.

Third Base Line sounded off...

Well, TBL feels rather sheepish, and will certainly think twice before firing off a hasty post in future. Editing forthwith, as the essential point (that bitching about having to play as many games as everyone else is NOT COOL) remains the same. TBL thanks you for the gentle correction, daymonster.

Nan sounded off...

Just goes to show why we call them the "Whine" Sox.