Alright, let’s talk about them… uh… St. Louis Cardinals and the Arizona Diamondbacks, yeah, that’s it. Don’t know much about these fancy team names, but I watched the game, kinda.
So, Cardinals versus Diamondbacks, who are they? Beats me. Sounds like some birds and snakes, if you ask me. My old man used to say, “birds ain’t got no teeth, snakes bite hard.” Don’t know what that means for baseball, though. Anyway, these fellas play ball, and people watch. That’s all I know.
- Cardinals, they’re from… uh… St. Louis, I think. Big city, lots of cars, I hear.
- Diamondbacks, they’re from Arizona. Hot place, full of sand and cactuses. Probably sweaty playing ball out there.
Now, I saw some of the game the other day. Couldn’t make heads or tails of it half the time. All this throwing and running, it’s dizzying! But I saw some fella, Gurriel, I think his name was. Yeah, Lourdes Gurriel Jr. He hit that ball real hard. Whack! Three runs came in, just like that. Folks were yellin’ and cheerin’. I guess that’s good, right? Sounded important anyway.
They were sayin’ something about the scores too, lots of numbers. Cardinals had somethin’ like… 46 wins and 57 losses? Sounds like they ain’t doin’ too hot. The Diamondbacks, they had more wins, like 55 maybe? And lost 48? So, they’re better, I reckon. Numbers ain’t my strong suit, never was. But more wins is better, that’s common sense.
People keep talkin’ about “stats” and “H2H” and all sorts of stuff. Don’t ask me what that means. Sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo. I just watch the ball, see who hits it, and who runs. That’s all there is to it, ain’t it? You hit the ball, you run, you score. Simple as that.
Folks were also yellin’ about “predictions.” Like they know what’s gonna happen! Ha! Nobody knows what tomorrow brings, let alone a baseball game. They can guess all they want, but that ball can go anywhere. It’s like life, you know? You can plan all you want, but sometimes things just… happen. That Gurriel fella, nobody predicted he’d hit that homer, I bet. He just did it.
There’s this fella on the TV talking about “lineups” and “odds”. What’s a lineup? Is that like standin’ in line at the grocery store? And odds? Sounds like something you find at the bottom of a drawer. They make it all sound so complicated. It’s just a game, folks! Throw the ball, hit the ball, catch the ball. That’s it.
Some folks bet on these games, you know? Put their hard-earned money on who’s gonna win. Seems foolish to me. Why give your money away like that? But they do it, all the time. Yellin’ and cheerin’ louder when they got money on the line. Guess it makes it more excitin’ for them. Me? I just watch. And maybe have a glass of lemonade. It gets hot watchin’ these fellas run around.
So, Cardinals and Diamondbacks. One’s got more wins, one’s got less. One’s got a fella named Gurriel who hits home runs. And they all run around a lot. That’s what I got from it. Don’t expect me to explain no fancy baseball rules. I just watch. Sometimes I understand, sometimes I don’t. But hey, it’s somethin’ to do, right? And that Gurriel fella, he’s somethin’ else, that’s for sure. Whack! Just like that.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some supper. All this talk about baseball makes a body hungry.
