The clouds were nice and sweepy, but two out of three ain't bad.
I'm pleased as punch to report that I witnessed the first White Sox series win in a month, in my first three live games of the season in Seattle. At the rate of Sox baseball of late, I was emotionally prepared to be disgusted and struggle through some games against the relatively-hot Mariners.
Friday night's game against King Felix was the same old sad song, and it bothered me how dead I felt towards the outcome. As a generally hopeful person, someone who doesn't give up until the elimination is mathematical for example, I sat numb along the left field line on Friday night. My only real tinglies came from a Q bomb that sailed by my face.
However, the past two games were fun in a way that we haven't been treated to in seemingly forever. Offense showed up last night behind a great Gavin start. Then today, a Buehrle quality start-turned-extra-inning-victory under the mostly sunny Seattle sky, to secure the series. How refreshing! And how tightly I plan to cling to these consecutive wins, until the bitter sad song plays again.
My dad texted me before the game that I needed to get a series win today or not come home, so it looks like I'm free to fly to Chicago in two weeks for our outing. I am ready for some National League lovin' to turn this season around. But first, down the West Coast the Sox go, into weather that will hopefully heat up them bats.