Comeback, again

By the time I got home today and flipped on Game 1 of the ALCS, the Rangers had jumped out to a 3-0 lead (it was really more like a suggestion by Texas, hoping the Yanks would see their need, and go along). It didn't work out that way.
Back in June, I took one of my sons to see the Yankees in Los Angeles, interleague play with the Dodgers.   I was thrilled to see Andy Pettitte throw, Posada catch, A-Rod at 3rd, and Jeter. I spent a little and got two  Field Level seats, halfway between 3rd and left field. It was a great day, a full stadium, nice to be taking in a game with my son. Fast forward: 9th inning, everything's great-Dodgers winning, we're watching a couple of classic teams, Dodgers are winning...Dodgers are not winning, the Yankees have come from behind and killed us, 8-6. So when The Rangers went up 5-0, I thought, "well, this should be interesting". The fans in Arlington were so excited, so sincere, so unaccustomed to being in the situation they now found themselves in-at home, beating a great team, everything going our way. Yankees win 6-5. Standard. Look at the faces of the Rangers players, then look at the Yankees; there is such a tangible difference, the Rangers look like high schoolers. They'll need to win one at home tomorrow in order to have any chance.

Go Padres

As a Dodger fan, it sure is swell to see the Padres showing some signs of life against the Giants yesterday. It's just one of those things: My team is not going to win, so naturally I hope that their arch rival will do poorly as well, i.e. Go Padres! Of course, this sentiment is a close relative to "I never really liked Alberto Contador", and, for better or worse, it is the essence for many fans of anything other than Division Champs or World Champs or the Top Podium position. And oh yes, the Dodgers lost yesterday. It has gotten to the point where I'll stay up to see the end of a game in order to be sure that they DO lose-it affirms for me that the world is still somewhat normal.