You know, the Padres have always sort of held a special place in my baseball heart.
They're that chunk of burnt fat off an Italian beef I got at some bar on Lincoln that stuck in my artery since I watched that Garvey homer in 1984.
You'd think it might be getting better after all these years, but now with this Yu Darvish trade to Garvey's old team to clear some money?
Tums won't help.
We knew change was coming, but whatever, man.
I believe we're all optimists at heart or the being a Cubs Fan thing falls apart.
But there's a tug of war illustrated here that's happening, too.
Yes, we're all thrilled that baseball is back.
I may weep when I hear Pat Hughes' voice on the transistor out by the grill.
But also, I can't help thinking that Lucy's holding that football and telling me to kick.
Here's hoping it all actually happens.
Brewer's closer Josh Hader gave up 2 homers the other night in an extra inning loss to the Giants, which brings his 2019 total up to 9.
That's also how many he gave up all last year.
Just a crack in the Brewer armor.
A disturbance in the force.
One of those things that can live in Hader's head no matter how much he may try to forget.
I'm in a cabin in the Great North Woods.
There's wifi at a nearby lodge, but it's kind of a hike.
But the really cool thing is... AM radio at night.
You can hear stations from other states.
Like AM 670.
One time someone explained to me why AM radio works like that, but I can't remember the deets.
Anyway, last night the game FINALLY came in.
Kinda scratchy and broken up, but... THERE'S PAT HUGHES!
I got to hear the bottom of the 9th.
Thus the gif.
Happy 4th, everyone.