this week in sportsball
I am rooting for the Dodgers to sweep, or at least win in five. I think I have a pretty good reason or two to do so. A bandwagoner and homer for the Seattle Mariners, identifying them as a pretty pathetic franchise with its sad history and smattering of big stars and two years — 1995 where they are the big and up and coming team and wait until next year — a next year that never happens as instead poor pitching in particularly the bullpen upends them in 1996 and 1997. Then comes 2001 and a record tying season — and one where in anyone’s recollection of this year in baseball they don’t even get to be posited as also-runs — only three teams figure, the World Championship Diamondbacks, the Yabkees, and the Moneyball revolution of Oakland Athletics.
So. Having lost in seven to the Toronto Blue Jays, I go sour grapes, under the true Aesopean definition. Yeah, don’t get the grapes but they’d’ve been sour anyway. Yeah, don’t get into the World Series, but would gotten crushed anyway. The bonus reason is so I return to the sense of nihilism — the problem of baseball… Wow, the team that has the great payroll and pluck up a collection of he biggest generational superstars wins it all very easily, you don’t say and who cares? Like, even here in the case of The much mocked Mets I can point out the mismanaged money spree got them a floor — equivalent of the third most successful season for the Mariners of the last two decades.
So, maybe the “pieces” are in place for a World Series appearance over the next two years where the circumstances have them have a shot in one. Like, I am not terribly interested in the equivalent of the 1996 Sonics team, a team that if you could you would want to pluck over to 1995. Or maybe this is the equivalent of the 2017 Jacksonville Jaguars — flukish high point for a franchise and now back to sports irrelevance. I will join in progress in the last week’s of the season and see.
So. Yeah. Dodgers, yah! Not like I am even watching.