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Twilight zone

Let's just establish as a given that I am more depressed than I have a right to be about the Kolzig situation. It is, as they say, what it is.

Before the baseball game last night, I was telling my mom about a Rob Mackowiak interview I'd heard, and she was talking about his beautiful catch in Houston the other night (the one he followed with the home run). And I said "But I will never have a favorite player again, ever. It's just an invitation to heartbreak."

Then I watched the Marlins clobber the Nationals, which could have been a mental diversion. But in the ugly fourth inning, right around the time O'Connor had loaded up the bases and Hanrahan came into the game with a wild pitch, I finished my Coke and realized that there was something written on the bottom of my cup.

I flipped it over:

"Ok," I said out loud, to the sky. "Now you're just messing with my head."

Posted by Nic at May 11, 2008 07:02 AM | TrackBack