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My goodness! And to think I slept through all of this. Well, I can crank up the replay now without suffering the anguish of that 7th inning Yankee comeback.
The only way we can win today is if we score more runs than they do. And I am not certain we will be able to do that.
Nonetheless, I will still serve CiFs famous salmon patties with creamed peas and a salad for din-din, and fruit for dessert.
Are we going to strap on the ol’ snorkel masks tonight and slip under the surface to join the Reds gasping for air or are we going to work our way back to flirting with 10 above? I know I know, this year isn’t supposed to count but I kinda got used to that high mediocre baseball which has now left me craving for more. Lets go guys, these are the Cubs!
Rah Cardinals!
For my part, I’m contributing a din-din of good old fashioned meat loaf with baked potatoes, corn and a green salad, finishing off with butterscotch brownies.
It seems for us winning isn’t everything, or the only thing, it’s making sure we cover every percentage move at all times so nobody can say later “we shoulda…”
Chicken breasts baked in a cream sauce with onions, tomato slices and gouda cumin cheese on brown rice, a green salad and fruit salad dessert was tonight’s din-din.
Madame CiF had a serious case talking in her sleep tonight (nothing interesting) keeping me awake so I flipped on the tub just in time to see a nice 7-run inning.
Rah Cardinals!
Pete Rose was one of baseball’s all-time greats and that does not need confirmation by a plaque. It is unfortunate that he was also a jerk, but he has a lot of company in that regard.
The ignominy of the slow slide to the bottom, saved only by the Reds who are more ignominious than we, swimming among those dark creatures of the deep with bulbous eyes squishy bodies. If only home run derbies won baseball games!
I go along with Bike Mike for medium steak and don’t mind a little red, otherwise you just cook the juice and all of the flavor right out of the meat leaving you gnawing on a dry shoe tongue. I gave up the gym and the iron some time ago and have now settled into easy chair complaisance.
Tonight is wake-up night. Show a little aggression. Fatten a couple of batting averages. No more Mr. nice guys. If you can’t whip up on a few Angels….
I did my best on the din-din field with a big slice of cantaloupe, a Spanish omelette, green salad, iced tea, and a dish of Haagen-Dazs vanilla ice cream with a splash of chocolate.
Rah Cardinals!
I guess even the worst team in baseball has to beat somebody once in a while. I’ll spare myself the agony of morning-after replay.
