Bring on the hated ones.
San Francisco Giant pitcher Jonathan Sanchez
The Great Bison Matt Kemp.
I don't remember the last time I had the following roller coaster of emotions: happy, sad, happy happy, sad sad, disgusted, anxious, sadly pathetic, disgruntled, nervously apoplectic, discarded, angry, really angry, rage, enervating rage, 5150 potential, elated, ELECTRIFIED, MIND NUMBINGLY DELIRIOUSLY ADRENALIZED...
depressed and incomprehensibly hateful at the story of the night in MLB, in spite of of a non-padre padre in attendance to witness a 3-8 pitcher get the love of some very foolish baseball Gods.
At the moment, I am hunkering down and ready to do battle with the rest of the entire world who seems to be aligned against the Dodgers, have anointed the hated ones from the hated east coast city by the bay as the darlings of the game and am roaring like my two fighting felines, spitting and hissing and saying to them all:
BRING IT ON BABY! BRING IT ON!
I guess the last time I felt that way was sometime last night.
Congrats Dodgers on your win.
Death to San Francisco and its infestation.