Oct. 22nd, 2012 03:39 pm
Monday thoughts
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muckefuckI haven't said anything so far about the last couple of Cardinals game because the less said about them the better. I do think that Lynn has gotten unfairly scapegoated for his bad throw to the bag in Game 5. A couple extra runs here or there is immaterial if the opposing pitcher is able to completely shut out your offence. Same goes for last night. Am I disappointed in Carpenter's performance? Of course I am. But I'm more worried about the hitting. If the Cards can't get more than one run off of Vogelsong in fourteen innings, what on earth are they going to do when faced with Verlander? At least the fielding recovered; I told ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu that it was like watching one of those underdog movies where some spell/mcguffin that is handicapping our heroes is miraculously removed halfway through the big conflict.
Knowing the next couple days would be wet, I'd fully intended to get outside for a walk on Sunday afternoon, but somehow it just didn't happen. I could blame the cold I'm coming down with but, truth be told, it didn't really begin to blossom until today. At least this time around I made sure to have my zinc handy, since this really isn't a week I can afford to be sick. A new project has landed in my lap at work and I've got until the end of the week to wrap it up. It's in a building across the meadow from here, so at least it gets me outside, and on the way there's a truly stunning sugar maple in full scarlet drag. The dogwoods are turning as well, as are the Bradford pears; not long now until we'll be left with nothing but bare branches.
monshu that it was like watching one of those underdog movies where some spell/mcguffin that is handicapping our heroes is miraculously removed halfway through the big conflict.Knowing the next couple days would be wet, I'd fully intended to get outside for a walk on Sunday afternoon, but somehow it just didn't happen. I could blame the cold I'm coming down with but, truth be told, it didn't really begin to blossom until today. At least this time around I made sure to have my zinc handy, since this really isn't a week I can afford to be sick. A new project has landed in my lap at work and I've got until the end of the week to wrap it up. It's in a building across the meadow from here, so at least it gets me outside, and on the way there's a truly stunning sugar maple in full scarlet drag. The dogwoods are turning as well, as are the Bradford pears; not long now until we'll be left with nothing but bare branches.