I'm Okay to Go. I'm Okay to Go

Still giddy following yesterday's anticipation-filled (or was that anticipation-fueled) day, and the game itself did nothing to disappoint. There's little better than playoff atmosphere in July, if for nothing else then to bridge the gap til NFL preseason. Justkiddingnotreally. Contreras was filty, Santana filthier, and Jason Bartlett the filthierest. But being that today's game is a getaway version, and Carlos S(erve)i(t up)lva is pitching, all this happy horse-hooey might be short lived. Better to get this feeling down on e-paper before it's past.

I don't know if anyone caught it, but last night's game was a momentous event in physics history. We saw the first definable evidence of what is called an Einstein-Rosen bridge, or more commonly "wormhole". You remember Jodie Foster flying through one of those from Contact. Anyway, there was clearly one present in left field, as seemingly routine pop outs left the screen from the center field camera view and were all of the sudden dropping over the fence like Tom Hanks in The Burbs. Even Jason Bartlett agreed, "I popped it up," Bartlett said. "I thought it was an out. I was kind of ticked, but the [immutable laws of physics] blew it out." Jose Contreras commented also, "[Stupid space-time continum. I'd like to kick the crap out of some physicist]." Someone alert Stephen Hawking.

About last night's game, Ozzie (Guillen, not the guy from MTV) said this:
"One thing about the Minnesota Twins," White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen said, "that's what they are right there: great pitching, clutch hitting and great defense. And I think that's the reason those guys have had success for so many years."

Well actually Ozzie, that's more than one thing.

Okay, okay, all this hope and expectation can't be good for me. I'm now downgrading from giddy to cautiously optimistic. Oh crap, I just read this. Giddiness rising...rising.