It’s been a weird year of “feelings”, predictions, signs…I don’t know exactly what you would call it.
It started in spring training, watching Kershaw pitch. Just a feeling that we were in for something exciting this year. A feeling with a disclaimer that he would need to learn to deal with his nerves. That held true for the entire season.
Then, two weekends before the end of the season, I said, wouldn’t it be funny if the Dodgers waited to clinch the division until they came home. “Funny” was not taken lightly. Even funnier (read: odd-er) was Friday of that final homestand, and I sent an email that said:
Truthfully, I’d honestly prefer it tomorrow when Kershaw is pitching 😉
And it happened. Odd. Odd. Odd.
Then there’s the Little One who turned to me during the first game of the NLCS, and said, “Manny’s going to hit a homerun just to spite you.”
And again, it happened.
Then there was Jimmy Rollins last night. He was interviewed prior to the game and my tweet:
I sat on the floor while the Phillies had two on and turned my head up to the TV just in time to hear that Rollins was headed to the plate. My heart sank. Just another of those moments.
I don’t know what it’s been or what it means. I don’t purport to be psychic. I just think baseball is such an intensely funny game that who knows how or why things happen.
Which brings me to my last example. My email from yesterday morning before the loss:
For some reason though, and perhaps this is semi-wishful thinking, I have the sinking feeling this is going to 7.
Here’s hoping this is a trend that can keep up for just a couple more days.