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.