I’ll be brief. (Brief-ish.)
Baseball Is Shorter Than You Think.
For those who believe that baseball games are too long, I have a gift for you … the postseason was shorter than it could have been.
Each World Series team takes a percentage of the profits from the games they play, which means that following this five-but-coulda-been-seven game Series, the Red Sox and Dodgers are each a little poorer this morning than they could have been had only the Dodgers been a little better and the Red Sox a little weaker.
And, while Game 3 took 18 innings, seven hours and 20 minutes, and was the longest game in World Series history, baseball still ended three days early. (I guess some of you “it’s too long” whiners are happy about that.)
Hooray For “Little Yankee.”
“You people have a little pet name for everybody.”
Whether he played for the Orioles (in stints over five seasons), the Rays, the Blue Jays, or the Red Sox, we always call Steve Pearce “Little Yankee.”
He played only 12 games for the Yankees before coming to the Orioles in 2013 for his second stint with the Os. Twice he was waived by the Yankees and picked up by the Orioles. Editor/Husband and I have called him “Little Yankee” ever since.
Maybe because he was the guy who could hit home runs right when you needed them, just like Babe Ruth.
Or, maybe because he is spark-pluggy “little” by baseball standards (5’11”).
It is a term of endearment.
We never root against him. And, we always knew he was better than his nomadic team-to-team-to-team-to-team wanderings would look on a resume.
Little Yankee was named the MVP of the World Series, following two home runs last night and, all told, going 4-for-12 in the Series and knocking in 12 runs.
Last night, after winning the Series, accepting the new truck that goes to the MVP, and enjoying the superstar attention that has eluded him up until this October, Pearce said, “This has been the funnest year of my life.”
And, I was happy for him. But, like a girl who was dumped at the prom for the prettier girl who runs with the better, faster crowd, I was sad, too. It shoulda been us, Little Yankee. It shoulda been us.
Did you know that the Baltimore Orioles lost 115 games and finished the season 61 games out of first in the AL East?
How could you not? It was right up there on the Fenway scoreboard every time an outfielder made an amazing play this postseason …Embed from Getty Images
Yeh, nice catch, Andrew Benintendi. Thanks for rubbing it in.
My Experts Are Better Than Your Experts.
I promise cookies to any of my baseball “experts” who, in March, correctly predict postseason teams.
Their reasoning for choosing the teams they choose runs the gamut from “they are a good team” to “I have a friend who likes them” to “it was entirely random and I’m in it only for the cookies.”
Last spring, the crack team of highly paid experts at Sports Illustrated chose the Nationals to defeat the Yankees in the 2018 World Series.
Here’s a fun fact. The Rockies played in the postseason. The Nationals? Let’s haiku it …
Played in postseason?
The Colorado Rockies.
Not the Nationals.
I let my experts pick division winners, wild cards, and the teams that will go to the Series. I let my cat pick the winner.
(Sorry, Mookie Wilson-Betts. No cookies for you.)
Congratulations to Colleen, who chose the Dodgers to win the NL West.
Congratulations to Debbie’s iPhone which chose the Rockies to win the NL Wild Card.
Why aren’t there 15 NL teams? Because my experts had already chosen the three division winners. Siri chose the Wild Card from the remaining available teams.
Congratulations to Eli who chose the Indians to win the AL Central. Every team of experts needs a “ringer” and Eli was mine. He plays baseball and knows way more about baseball than all my other experts combined.
And, congratulations to my Google Assistant which chose the Red Sox to win the AL Wild Card (which they didn’t, but they were in the postseason so congratulations are still in order).
And, yes, there were cookies. And, brownies, too.
Eli may, or may not, have shared his cookies and brownies with his family, including his blogging mom Wendy.
Baseball Is Over.
And, while I’m relieved that the Orioles can no longer lose game 116 … 117 … 118 … 119 … (you get the picture, right?) … I’m still a little sad that the season is done.
Congratulations to the Red Sox. (At least you’re not the Yankees.)
And, congratulations to MVP Little Yankee. (I wish you were still an O.)Embed from Getty Images