Shhh, quiet! Keep it down! I need to hear what is going on outside my tent. The coyote hunting gig has gone a bit unusual if it hasn’t already as my employer Lord Rumplefoot’s servant Chonsey is serious on some strange bend. Perhaps he took some exotic herbs he can only get in his country or he has conjured up some demon to possess him, but I get the distinct impression he wants to cause me bodily harm. Now, out in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night, I am a babe in the woods and the savage wants to savage me. I have no idea why these things happen to me when I get in a tent out in the wilderness, but I will not go down without a fight–
And perhaps a quick blog post.
The Nationals finished off the St. Louis Cardinals in dominating fashion. On Tuesday night the Nationals rallied big and won. On Wednesday they outplayed and routed St. Louis 10-0. Thursday night– wow. Second baseman Danny Espinosa lifted the Nationals to a 7-4 walk off extra-innings victory to sweep the at-one-time-in-first-place Cardinals and put the Nationals on a six-game win streak. Or he won the Superbowl, can’t tell from the picture. Usually a Gatorade bath is something reserved for more primitive sports.
The Nationals stake their claim to fourth place in the NL East over the Florida Marlins and are only a game back from the third place New York Mets. The Mets, by the way, lost Thursday night in extra innings on a walk off– balk. Too hilarious. Everyone is laughing except perhaps Rich The Mets Fan. The feisty, little Floridian is probably nervously tending his banana trees on his beach front property with the knowledge Washington is right there behind his beloved squad. He is constantly looking over his shoulder as he plucks the ground beetles out of his banana bunches to see if the dreaded Red is there. Dread the Red, my friend, dread the Red.
Magnificent series that goes against all odds and baseball logic. Where the hell did this team come from? What the hell happened to transform them into…well, a real baseball team? How long will this euphoria last?
Hopefully until Saturday. If I can survive the night, Rumplefoot has been kind enough to offer to chopper me out of the woods and to D.C. to take in Friday night’s game against the Baltimore Orioles. He said he could have the chopper land right there on the field at Nationals Park, but I told him that would not be necessary. I always like to make a grand entrance into Nationals Park, like the time I was teleported by a wandering, psychic Gypsy right on the mound in the middle of the game. Let me tell you, I scared Jordan Zimmermann almost white.
You probably didn’t see that because the camera panned off me just before I got called a witch and tasered.. Good thing too. The Youtube video of me flopping around and grabbing on to Zimmermann’s legs while crapping myself would have definitely gone viral and yes, there is such a thing as bad publicity.