Wednesday, April 02, 2008
MIGRAINE BOY. [4-1-08]
As much as I wanted to see Pedro start, I couldn’t make it through one inning before a migraine sent me to bed. TBF came in to check on me around 11, and my first question, of course, was:
“What happened?”
“We lost.”
“How badly?”
“Walk-off home run.”
“Eeesh.”
“And Pedro got hurt.”
Now I’m awake.
“WHAT?”
“Hamstring, or something.”
“Oh no.”
“The bullpen was great. We just stopped hitting.”
“Sounds like last year.”
“Yeah.”
My mantra for this year: moderation. As I’d like to say to the preening fans of That Team in the Bronx, there are 162 games. This is the year I learn to take it one game at a time. No more pulling my sweatshirt over my head during the first 20 games of the year.
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