Dark Bilious Vapors

Well, besides the fact that while I like baseball a lot I'm not completely obsessed by it... There's really no reason for me to do what is already being done in an exemplary manner by someone else. This morning, that factor really impresses itself into my consciousness. I've been trying to figure out a way to wrap this blog around yesterday's nailbiter of a 10-9 Cardinals win against The Hated Cubs last night, when I go to Redbird Nation and find this:

WINNING FUGLY A friend of mine has a theory that women are better looking when they have some physical flaw, some small imperfection that makes them more relatable and human. When he first told me this he rhapsodized about Rosanna Arquette's overbite (that should tell you how long this theory has been in play), claiming that, without it, she'd be just some prefab Barbie doll, nothing to grasp onto at all.

Tonight's game was full of pock marks, crooked noses, and missing teeth -- including 11 runs by both bullpens combined, a ball that went through Rolen's legs, another ball dropped by Moises Alou, a temper tantrum from Steve Kline, a silly strike zone from home plate ump Sam Holbrook, both teams blowing leads of 3 or more runs, a critical two-out bobble by Ramon Martinez, a horrendous misplay by Hector Luna in left, two ejections, 6 walks from Cardinals pitchers, multiple guys thrown out on the basepaths, cockeyed numbers all over the scoreboard, and a passed ball that allowed the winning run to score. And yet the end result was beautiful.

Len on 06.24.04 @ 07:29 AM CST