Injury to insult, received evenly
After today’s painful to watch game, I thought “With our luck, the M’s will probably view this as affirmation they should sign Teixeira this off-season, since he did so amazingly well against our high-priced FA signing…” and when I clicked his name to go look up his historical vs. M’s splits to see if there were any more good stats to throw in a short post about it, XP bluescreened on me with an error in tcpip.sys (wheee!).
After which it wouldn’t boot. And so since the game ended, I’ve been trying to repair my stupid XP box and contemplating at what point I give up and order a new box (and whether that box is a new hand-built Vista box or I buy a nice Mac to go with my beloved MacBook)(where I’m working now).
The weird thing about this is that I haven’t gotten angry about anything all day. I went from seeing today’s lineup card to seeing Silva suck to seeing Dickey stink up the place to wondering if the M’s were about to make a potentially terrible free agent signing on the basis of Teixeira’s play against them to spending a couple hours with the XP recovery console (for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure, it’s pretty painful) and now, over an hour watching CHKDSK grind through my file system, inserting index entries, deleting index entries, with one monitor displaying normally and the other a disturbing burnt orange/green… and I haven’t gotten mad at all.
About a week ago, when I was at dinner with Dave and Jeff Sullivan and Matthew Carruth from Lookout Landing, Jeff asked what it would take for us to get riled up at this point, and when we got right down to it, for me it was “they trade Ichiro.”
Today the M’s started the game with a terrible lineup, their pitching was horrible, my computer’s dead in possibly a particularly expensive way, but Ichiro didn’t get traded, so I’m okay with everything.
The 2008 Mariners have given me the gift of equanimity.