After Melky Cabrera's two-run single, I turned off the game. There was no way the Giants could win the game, so why should I waste a Friday night on them? Except for the occasional 10-run blowouts, I rarely do that. My limit, apparently, was last night.
I will have to work through the weekend. I won't be paid overtime, but I will get to miss the Giants games. Best deal I ever made.
How sad is it that I had this picture already hosted on the site from last season's eight-game losing streak?
Can't you hear them? Can't you see the crowds? Oh, my beloved ice cream bar. How I love to lick your creamy center! And your oh-so-nutty chocolate covering.... You're not like the others, you like the same things I do! Wax paper, boiled football leather, dog breath.... We're not hitch-hiking anymore; we're riding!