The As had swept the series so far: 8:3, 3:2, and another 8:3 win.
But then it came home to roost. Errors from the field, stranding runners on base and a series of amazingly bad pitching from the mound led to a Sunday afternoon of watching the As go down 12:3.
It wasn’t that I was in a bad mood before this and my perspective had changed. This round of chemo has left me feeling slightly irritated and completely unfit to be around people.
Baseball fans don’t fall into the same category. The yelling and shouting along with noise making relieved a bit of the worst crabbiness. It helped that George was willing to drive this evening to SFO where I picked up friends with whom I had stayed in Australia last year and spent time with on the Legend this year. Jill and Graeme did the short northern run TransPacific on the Millennium which started in Japan and ended early this morning in Vancouver. I get to keep them till Wednesday when they head home via Aukland.
Did I mention that their plane doesn’t land till 2200?
