I gotta tell you, by the bottom of the ninth, I was siding with the M's. Those Red Sox played a dirty game. I thought poor Manny was going to get a faceful of rotten tomatoes the final time he was up to bat. The whole stadium was thundering with boos.
There is an inordinate ratio of left-handed to right-handed players in major league baseball. It seemed 50/50 split last night, batters and pitchers alike. I'm sure there is a theory on this one, perhaps even a scientific one. And I'm sure now I'll receive a slew of emails telling me.
Something else I realized last night: I need a theme song. When J.J. Putz came out to pitch, all the video screens shorted out cinematically and then burst into a frenzy, flashing "J.J." and "THUNDERSTRUCK" with lightning bolts and the whole nine. The music blasted and people jumped to their feet. It was dramatic even from the 759th row where we were sitting, J.J. just a white speck on the sea of green below.
I got to thinking -- what if I had a theme song like that, cued to back me up as I strutted into a daunting play? I would be invincible.
I've begun auditioning tunes for the job. I have a feeling there's not many contenders in my music collection. All my sad Seattle indie rockers may be good company for a heartbreak Friday night, but we're shooting for lightning bolts, drum rolls and crashing cymbals here. Think Rocky's Theme. (Me and L.L. go waaaay back, and it's invigorating to burst through the doors of Gold's Gym with "Mama Said Knock You Out!" setting the stage. Don't call it a comeback! I been here for years!)
Let me know if you think of any good songs for consideration. Superhero-grade songs. I've already got the boots.
My scooter did not get stolen at this Red Sox game, tucked inconspicuously beneath the Alaskaway Viaduct.
And I am never eating garlic fries again.
*gulp*
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