Well.. I decided to come back to the now-world-famous Unnatural. I’d like to say it’s because I have something profound to say, but it’s really because I’m stuck in class. Some guy is talking about something called “P systems”.. I wonder if he’d be flattered to know he is in this blog. Probably not. Personally..I would.
So it’s November and I was SUPPOSED to still be celebrating an Indians championship. But situations came up.. certain events took place. These events have left me like this:
Cory: Can you believe they decided to officially end the season after game 4 of the ALCS?
Random Person: But the Red So–
Cory: CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY DECIDED TO OFFICIALLY END THE SEASON AFTER GAME 4 OF THE ALCS?
I confess, that was kind of like a joke on Frasier. At least I’m citing my sources.
So, after being crushed to pieces, I got myself back together again in time for the sunshine after the rain (although, I’m a rain/snow man myself) . The first bit of good news, Grady got his Gold Glove. It wasn’t his best year, offensively, but at least he still got this. Then ol’ CyCy Cybathia..Cy…got his Cy Young award. It’s a Pyrrhic victory, but I’m very happy he beat Josh Beckett. Beckett earned himself a spot at the top of my “People I’d Devote My Entire Life’s Work in an Attempt to Get Them Deported” list. Right now, the list looks like this:
1. Josh Beckett
Obviously, there’s room for growth.
Finally, Eric Wedge got his AL Manager of the Year award. I’m not really sure who he was competing against. To be fair, he isn’t the only manager to take home an award. Ron Washington won the award for “Manager Most Likely to Tell a Story About His Blind Grandpa Willie While Playing a Harmonica.” But really, Wedge deserved this one. I admit the Cy Young award was a toss-up, but this was pure Wedge. He stuck to his original philosophy the entire year (which resulted in starting Paul Byrd in Game 4 of the ALDS to win the series) and took a young team to the ALCS. Pretty good…preeettty..preeetttty….prreeetttttty…..pretttttty..pretty good.
Moving on, it’s that time of year: Tony checking every hour to see if the Rangers made a move, until he finally sees the move they make, which promptly sends him into a spiraling depression. Then I have to go over to his house every day to watch Big and That Thing You Do until he comes down from Red Alert Suicide Watch. Which isn’t so bad, really..those movies rock.
So basically, what I’d like to see the Indians do this winter is resign C.C. and get a good bat for the outfield or third base. The most likely candidate is Jason Bay, which is an idea I like. There have been talks of Miguel Cabrera and Raul Ibanez (and of course, there are the always knowledgeable “We can get A-Rod, just hear me out” people). I don’t expect any big free agent signings, though.. so I’m waiting for a trade. I could go for one more bullpen arm, just to be safe.
Speaking of tangents, if you don’t watch Kid Nation, you aren’t really living. Forty kids, one “abandoned” town, and no adults (except the host and I guess the cameramen). It’s 45 minutes of pure entertainment. It surprisingly isn’t that far from the idea (which was a joke) pitched in a Jamie Kennedy sketch.
Well, I’ve killed a solid 45 minutes..so that’s it for me.
Cory
