Ok, the A's lost last night - Paul and I sat behind Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb, drunk out of their minds - and next to this kid who obviously didn't really know anything about baseball, yet insisted on making drunken comments throughout the final innings of the game.
So lame.
I am choosing to see this as a perfect opportunity to remember that it was Good Friday yesterday. There must be darkness before the light. The A's, therefore, will probably loose tonight as well, then have a shockingly heroic and beautiful comeback tomorrow in which the devil and his "Angels of Light" will be beaten back into bubble-gum baseball land (aka "Angels Stadium of Anaheim").
And the world will once again be well.
Praise be to God.
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