“It’s baseball, Ray” Darth Vader said once. And he’s right. It certainly is baseball. When your team is a mess…it’s baseball. When your line is jacked all to hell…it’s baseball. When Tim Jennings is your starting cornerback…it’s baseball. Unless you are a fan of one of the defeated teams, the best part of extended playoffs is that it gives you a chance to heal up from the long (disappointing) season, and prepare for one last gasp of summer. I’m thankful on this Spring (living in South America is weird) day, that for a few more nights, baseball will be there with me. I don’t care much for either team. I don’t have to. It may be teal and maroon, but it’s still played on a diamond. It may be under a roof and on plastic, but it’s still 60 feet 6 inches.
Thank God for baseball. At least for one more week.
Keith Kidd says Wayne is the master route runner. If he is, it’s because he worked hard and learned from the best route runner ever: 88.
Scramble says Bobby was a traitor. Maybe so, but his son plays a nice Richie to his dad’s Royal.
More teams are going for small ball from the wideouts.