The Problem with the 2010 MLB Playoffs

Bitterness aside, and yes it’s aside. It usually takes me a week, but I can get over it and move on and enjoy the remaining days of major league baseball like the good fan that I am. Unfortunately, this year we’ve gone from eight teams with a pool of four teams I can’t stand and four teams that were in way over their heads to a pool of the four aforementioned hated teams.

Since “hate” is such a strong word, I don’t throw it around willy-nilly. So, I feel compelled to explain.

The ALCS: Yankees vs. Rangers.

The Yankees. There’s really not a lot to explain here. No self-respecting baseball fan could actually like the Yankees. Unless, of course, you were born into your fandom. That, I will excuse. Completely understandable. It’s like being born into a religion. Not much you can do about it. With the rare exceptions of people like Mariano Rivera (who is just so classy and so talented that you can’t fault him) and Curtis Granderson (who will be a Tiger in my eyes till the day he retires), there’s not a single redeeming thing about the Yankees.

The Rangers. George. W. Bush. Sits. In. An. Owner’s. Box. Again, not a lot to explain here. The former leader of the free world who defiled the Constitution and is guilty of multiple crimes against humanity. He owned the team. Let me get behind that one. I think not.

The NLCS: Giants vs. Phillies.

Umm. Yea. This one is personal.

The Giants. Not a lot to say here either. No self-respecting Dodger fan could ever root for the Giants. Just draw a line from Tim Lincecum all the way down to Juan Marichal. It’s a rivalry. And rivalry clouds statistics and that “young phenom” quality every time. Nothing I can do about that one either.

The Phillies. Two words: Chase Utley. Add in two seasons of watching the Dodgers get eliminated at the hands of the Phillies, and there’s just no way. There’s no lesser of two evils on this one. One is a deep-rooted rivalry, and the other is current rivalry. They do get one exception–Halladay. He’s a delight, and I love him to death. And I hope he wins tomorrow, but after that…

I hope there’s a work stoppage.

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ah, baseball…

The end of the Dodger season always makes me a little sad. It even made me sad this year even though I’ve known the season was over for about two months.

It’s kind of like Vin Scully says, “it used to be just another season over, but now it feels like the passing of another year.” And that’s exactly it. It’s the ultimate sign that Fall is here, and that long days of sunlight are over.

It’s also the time of the year for the “we should…”

We should…buy season tickets.
We should…spend the whole month of spring training in Arizona.
We should…buy the team. (HAHA! Although, I did read yesterday that Janice Hahn proposed the public sales of stocks, which would be awesome.)

As always, it’s not just about the game. It’s about having 25 players on your mind for 162 days. It’s about the people I go to games with. It’s about the texting marathons during games.

It’s just a simpler way of life. Reminds me of my summers as a kid. And I think it’s cool that something like baseball can pretty much make that last forever.

“Brida” & Soul Mates

I spent last night reading the Coelho book I picked up at the library a couple of days ago.”Brida” was no different from any of Coelho’s books. It took  a very Catholic tradition and drew in another way of believing. In this case, it was witchcraft. And I know that is probably sacrilege to some people, but it really wasn’t. It was a very heartfelt following of the journey of the young Brida as she attempted to learn the secrets of the world.

The funny thing is that along the way she learns that she is going to find her Soul Mate (Coelho’s capitalization). And this is where Coelho does his magic. He says something that–for me–always feels like something I’ve always known without really knowing it. Or something that I’ve said half-way without being able to articulate it properly.

The energies of the world split up into millions of little pieces so much so that parts of your soul used to be parts of another soul. The awesome thing is that the other pieces are in someone else. He describes the “light” in someone’s eyes when you see your Soul Mate. It’s a nice thought.

And it makes a lot of sense. It goes back to something I just said last weekend at a wedding. That the instant attraction for me–not even romantically–is nothing more than feeling a matching energy from someone. The Light, I suppose.

How do we find them? In the book, it takes a lot of work to find one’s Soul Mate. But, I think that they have a certain way of finding you when you least expect it.