Summer Sun

There is no way I can possible finish the woe-is-me post I've labored over across multiple nights this week. Look outside, the weather is amazing and we're coming into a long weekend.

Who cares that the Jays run of success is utterly unsustainable? Worse yet, it doesn't matter if they DO somehow sustain it, they STILL won't topple the Rays and Yankees while holding off the Red Sox.

Honestly, I need to let it go. Enjoy walkoffs and cardiac kids and silly podcasts to wile away long hours in traffic.

Enjoy National League beatdowns that actually detrimental to a team like the Jays playoffs hopes, win or lose. Just enjoy it. Enjoy Fred Lewis doing his Southern Fried Ichiro and Alex Gonzalez hurtling to Earth at the speed of sound going for broke. Admire the incredible starting pitching and smile at thought of it continuing into the foreseeable future.

Just have fun. Don't become a fart-sniffing cynic like me. Watch the highlights of the Reds collapse in Atlanta the other day and remember none of it would have happened if Scott Rolen's in the game. Watch Franklin Gutierrez cause Death to Flying Things. Drink a beer and take a run at a girl out of your league. It all happens pretty fast, like Ferris said.

Return of the Mac

It doesn't matter that it's 6-6 in the bottom of the fifth or if the Jays win or lose tonight. Shaun Marcum is back and I for one couldn't be happier. With Jesse Litsch throwing what appears to be batting practice to most teams and the unpredictable John Parrish launching balls all over the field it'll be nice to see Marcum ease his way back into form and dominate opposing batters.

This just in - Johnny Mac is still fucking awesome.

Fuck Baltimore.

Oh, and to re-iterate something Lloyd has eloquently said before - Adam Lind is the
king of the universe...triple away from the cycle = good game.