Tanaka cries, Tuesday blues and more Strawberry...

Watching him walk off the field in shame brought tears of joy to my heart and toasted with Strawberry. The game ended in brutal fashion and the "mighty" Yankees were sent home losers. YES. The gods were great that day. Strawberry seemed to enjoy the spectacle but then again I was nearly annihilated prior to first pitch. We showed up at Ferg's Sports Bar where the elite of St. Pete come to chill and your drinks are served extra cold and expensive. Riddle me this, riddle me that, does one tip the bartender when it's already overpriced? Capitalism is a curious thing.

"Are we going to find tickets baby?" she asked while entering the patio.

"You know it,"

We managed to buy some off some bearded guy who clearly looked like he fell asleep on the sand somewhere and managed to purchase some tickets offline (or robbed someone). Scalpers (these are people who sell tickets are games) are vultures to the highest degree.  The moment they see one with curious eyes and a desire to buy, they smell it like a sixth sense. Organic Sunday feelings. 

"Hurry, slam your beer, we NEED to get in there," I demanded.

"Okay, okay!" she huffed.

The line was brutal and patience was thin. Women in thick makeup and men on steroids or too much fast food in their guts. Ah yes...America the beautiful. Our seats were in left field and the entire roster was announced. Seeing Chris Archer on the mound brought tears of joy to my heart and he was outstanding. His slider is devastating and his fastball location was flowing. Tanaka on the other hand gave up to bombs to Longoria and -who the fuck would ya know?!- LOGAN MORRISON. A clear memory of me hating on him surges into mind. Former Marlin and Mariner but I couldn't hate him when he plated in those runners and sent a moonshot just right of the tank out in right center.

Glorious. Absolutely glorious. I read the Tampa Bay Times on Monday morning, got infuriated and sent out angry Tweets and jogged around the block a couple of times to settle the nerves. 

"You okay baby?" Strawberry asked.

"Never better, never better," I explained.

Oddo tonight and season is underway.