Mmm.
We lost today, which is abysmally upsetting. Macha asked me before the game if I'd like the day off, to rest. I said motherfucking no way am I not playing, so in order to keep me from fighting and arguing about it (last time he tried to bench me, I followed him to his house and demanded that he give me a really good reason why, if I'm not hurt, to sit out of the game), he just gave up. He's getting smarter.
I made more tea today, experimenting with the herbs I have. Half of them came out pretty disgusting, but I made a chamomile/mint/hibiscus mix that I like. Then I threw in cloves and orange rind and it tasted amazing. So now I'm calling it Mix #188, because it's the 188th one that I've done myself.
I need new tea balls, though, my silver ones are getting too old. I've had them for four years now.
And wow, I thought this would be an insanely long post but it turns out that I'm a boring person by nature and I have nothing to say.
Though here's an interesting topic of discussion: Catchers and their pitchers. (All catchers feel free to comment)
I take care of my pitchers like they were my own kids. When they get hurt, I get worried and I hover. When they're doing good, I praise them. When they misbehave, I punish them. Now, no one get any dirty thoughts of me spanking Barry Zito or anything. It isn't like that.
For example:
Blanton has a tendency to get wild. So I'll go up there and ask him what's wrong. If he says nothing's wrong, then by God, he'd better pitch like nothing's wrong. Minor chastisement, and he does great in the game.
It's little things like that. I take care of them, I look out for them. If someone says something untoward concerning one of my pitchers, you better believe it that I'll get fired up. It's like telling me I'm getting benched for the week--I'll go ballistic.
It's a strange sort of relationship, I suppose, but it's worked for me so far and I hope it continues to work.
On that note, I'm working with Kirk Saarloos (pronounced SAR-lohs) early tomorrow to make sure he has a good outing.
Thus, it is now bedtime.
Wow. That was only a little shorter than I'd anticipated.