Sunday, October 19, 2008

The World C-Rays

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
-Henry V Act 4 Scene 3

In order to be the best you have to beat the best. And it isn't over; the Rays open next season at Fenway where hostilities will resume.

Rays win 3-1. The last two innings took five years off my life. The fate of this team was put in the hands of David Price, a guy with barely a month of major league experience; a guy who was in college last year.

Can the mind of mortal man comprehend this?

Next are the scrapple-eating, Ortliebs-drinking Phils. The Phils have their spring-training facilities here in Clearwater, they are coming down on Monday to workout for The Wednesday night opener.

I'll need to up the blood pressure meds.

Ortliebs? Or is it Rheingold?

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