Ashes, Ashes, we all stand up!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is looking forward to July 2013. Oddly enough, YHB’s Best Reader is looking forward to all the time in between now and July 2013.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is looking forward to July 2013. Oddly enough, YHB’s Best Reader is looking forward to all the time in between now and July 2013.
In Which Your Humble Blogger constantly tries to accept that whatever happens, can happen to YHB.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not really expect it to become an annual tradition, although…
In Which Your Humble Blogger should note that it would be insane for MLB to arrange itself for me. Not only would it go out of business selling games only to people who think like YHB, but I’m addicted anyway and in their pocket already.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was thinking all through that ninth inning that sooner or later Bob Dernier would come in and hit an inside the park home run.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is, on the whole, happy we didn’t let the Padres claim Cody Ross.
In Which Your Humble Blogger dwells in his mind on the Giants’ ten thousand, four hundred and thirty-six regular-season victories, the most of any franchise in any sport in the history of historic history.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can just exult a little, without having to write that end-of-the-season post I was thinking about.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to believe that a Molina in the hand is worth two in the bush.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gripes about things beyond his control.