Here we go again. I love baseball season, but oh how my heart suffers. My emotional state day to day seems to correspond directly with how the Giants are performing. They win: I am happy and the Giants are amazing. They lose (oh just a Manny Ramirez 2 run home run in the 8th inning so the Dodgers win 2 – 1, DON’T GET ME STARTED): I am disgruntled and the Giants are the stinkiest team ever.
Yep, this is my life between April and as of lately, September, of EVERY year. The irony is I would LOVE for this torture to extend to October, as that would mean the Giants are in the play-offs. Sick, huh? I know.
