White Sox 8, Indians 10
Alright, I’m getting tired of seeing the Sox lose. I haven’t seen a Sox victory since May 7th. And what’s really frustrating is that the Sox have been winning, but I’ve just been going to the wrong games. To be fair, I knew the odds were against me when the Sox took to the field yesterday. The Sox had swept the Indians in Cleveland last week and were one game away from doing the same at home. In baseball, you’re always playing the odds. Statistically, I didn’t stand a chance.
My friend that invited we to the A’s game called me up a few hours prior to yesterday’s game, and since I wasn’t working, I jumped at the idea. Before I headed out for the train, though, I debated on whether or not to wear my new Sox cap or the old one. Since I’ve purchased the new cap, I haven’t seen a single Sox victory.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I don’t play the superstition game. I mean, I did once upon a time. Like making sure you’re wearing your lucky shirt in order to push those odds in your favor. But then one day (during a Grizzlies game), it all seemed really silly. How could one person’s eccentricities doom an entire team? Surely, I had no influence over a team’s dismal play. Right? After laughing off the Gods of Baseball, I grabbed my new Sox cap and took a mighty stand against superstition. And what did it get me?
For one, an early beating! Sox starter Clayton Richard gave up a grand slam in the 2nd which put the Indians up 6 -2. The next inning, the Tribe added 3 more runs to take a 9 -2 lead. Ugh, I was sensing superstition was teaching me a harsh lesson.
And then, I felt like my luck was beginning to turn around. With two outs in the 3rd, the Sox managed to add 4 more runs on the board. And then in the 5th, also with 2 outs, the Sox added 2 more, making it a one run difference. Perhaps, my new cap was a good luck rally cap!
Alas, no. The Indians added another run in the 6th. The Sox, despite having multiple opportunities, were not able to send any more players over home plate. Still, you have to give it to the Good Guys for not giving up. It’s not their fault that I decided to be stubborn and wear the new cap.
Despite the loss, I enjoyed myself and my hot dog:
Sure, it looks disgusting but it’s so so good!
And since it was a decent crowd of over 27,000, I recorded another Nancy driven version of “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”: