
Talk to any former college athlete, skiing instructor, or pseudo-Olympic contender working corporate in a marketing department, and the story is always the same: “I would have been a monster. . . OH. . . but my knee.”
“Oh. . . but my herniated disc.”
“Oh. . . but my torn ACL after Bernard Pollard ended my season.”
And tonight, the Angels do it as a team. “Oh, but my squeeze play.” The only 100 win team in baseball goes home to play golf, and the Red Sox move on to play the extremely lethal Rays.
K-Rod can work on a new celebration dance, yelling at the sky and shaking his fist with a huge sense of empowerment.
And now that I’ve talked all the smack I’m allowed on here, I’d like to offer my congratulations to the Angels for an amazing season. Texeira and Guerrero made me pace in the bar every time they came to bat during this series. . . Figgins induced sweaty palms, and K-Rod, crazy dance or not, was just damn intimidating.
I’m glad the Sox don’t have to play the Angels any more this season. . . they made me mental.






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