So, my real life went kaboom and I’ve been running around like a crazy person. Tragically, I haven’t been busy enough to miss the slaughtering of the White Sox by the AL Central.
Oh, my team.
At least they (except for Paul and Carlos) have a couple of days off to recharge their batteries. I’m going to need the break to recharge mine, as well, in order to bring back my sparkly pompoms of optimism. They get two more series to get their act together until I give up on the concept of entertaining a division race and I will come up with a drinking game to get me through the rest of the season.
Because, post-season hopes or not, I still want to watch (hopefully) Brent Morel continue to grow into his big-boy shoes, wait for Ramon Castro’s hand to heal, keep hoping (in vain) for Gavin Floyd to throw a no-hitter (my constant wishing will make it possible, I swear!), watch Jesse Crain continue to be the best (IMHO) off-season addition to the White Sox, wait and see what else Sergio Santos and Philip Humber have up their sleeves, cheer on Paulie as he hopefully stays in the race for the triple crown (at least within shouthing distance) and watch and wait for the insanity of the September call-ups.
Because, why not? They’re still my boys, I’m not going anywhere.
In the meantime, here’s my fave fuzzy green dude at the All-Star Game. Probably just waiting to cheer on Paulie and Carlos, like the rest of us.
Watching the Dandelions Grow 
Hey, I never give up hope until taking the division becomes mathmatically impossible, not merely improbable but impossible.
Is it just me or are there an awful lot of hairy mascots, many of them green running around? It’s like the Philly Phanatic’s been lovin’ the one he’s with all over the country and has very dominent genes.
— Kristen
Oh, I’m still hoping for a miracle. And, even when it becomes mathematically impossble, there’s still September call-up insanity to look forward to.
John Danks was in triple A rehabing last night and he had some great stuff to say about the young catcher. We have lots of room on our 40 man roster for a couple of interesting additions in September. So, there’s still lots of fun to be had.
I think that green and fuzzy is just inherently loveable.
I’m personally just happy that I don’t have a giant purple dinosaur. Sorry, to the Rockies fans, but I’m pretty sure their mascot would get its butt kicked in Chicago. :)