Saturday, April 19, 2014
Posted by Alphonso at 8:17 AM
I know that I did everything the same.
I sautéed up the same raw cashews in the same devil mixture. I drank the same Crown Royal cocktails with a twist. I used the same, store bought ice. I even wore the same clothes.
And we were "trippin." This was one of the smoothest repeat wins we would enjoy all year.
The Yanks blasted out a four run lead and the world looked like it was under the command of the season's first JU-JU intervention. Even my man, Solarte, started off with a solid base hit. Our Sizemore proved that he is a major league hitter, clearing the bases with a deep double to left-center.
I poured a fresh cocktail right then and there, grabbed a handful of greasy nuts and kicked back.
Before I could veg out in ecstasy, the lead was down to two. runs Then every relief pitcher we put in got rocked. I mean, everyone sucked and Phellps got nailed. Adam Warren was throwing batting practice. Dean Anna would have hit .400 against him. It was like doubles and home runs were on sale, and the Bay Rays belly'd up to the rail.
Another dark horse of mine from spring training imploded.
Note to local authorities: Cabral has to be removed from major league baseball. His pitching constituted a felony in most states ( not Texas or Massachusetts ). Either jail time or a roofing gig in Ecuador. But no more baseball. Please.
What I want to know is, " who blew it?" someone, or some cadre of followers, failed to repeat, exactly, the rituals of the day before.
SOMEONE VIOLATED THE JU-JU COMMAND AND WE HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW WHO DID IT, WHEN, HOW AND WHY.
Consequently, I have sent a formal complaint " upstairs," and await a response. I have even volunteered to pay Ed Snowden's expenses, and a "kicker " to Vladimir to help us uncover the truth.
I will not accept that the first JU-JU intervention of this young season was a trip to the toilet.