September 2010
I’m on my way, don’t know where I’m going
Hello again. Since I last signed on my teammates and I with the Midland RockHounds have managed to win our first round playoff series against the Frisco Roughriders and are on to the Texas League finals. We split the first two games of the series at Frisco and then came home to record two consecutive wins and punch our ticket to the next and final round. I threw well personally and our team seemed to continually come up with the timely hit or pitch necessary to pick up the win, so it is very satisfying to not only win in a team effort but also to have contributed to it. The unfortunate thing about having won in four games is that we now have two days off before our next game, which would normally be a great thing but at this point of the season we all want to play and push the season to its final conclusion. Also, we still don’t know who we are playing, despite the fact that we are leaving to drive to Springfield, MO in 20 minutes. Just driving to Springfield and we’ll make the adjustment if necessary tomorrow based on who wins the series between Springfield and Northwest Arkansas. I hate to be extremely brief, but in light of having to catch the aforementioned bus I will call that good for now and leave you with a poem.
America
by Walt Whitman
Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair’d in the adamant of Time.
On the road to Frisco
Hello and thanks for stopping by for my first entry of the playoffs. Since I last checked in we at the Midland RockHounds have wrapped up the regular season and find ourselves in Frisco, Texas for the first two games of our Texas League Southern Division series. The week didn’t go as smoothly as we all would have liked, losing the first two games of our four game series against San Antonio but coming back to take the final two games to punch our ticket to the playoffs. Then in our final series of the regular season against Frisco, who we also play in the first round of the playoffs, we needed only one win to clinch the second half title and ensure that a potential game five would be at home but waited until the final game to secure a win. So despite having a slightly uneven week, our performance also epitomized what playoff races and the postseason are all about: winning games when you aren’t playing your best, winning the games you have to win, and just flat out finding ways to scratch out wins. I personally threw pretty well over the last week and hopefully I can carry that into the playoffs.
Away from the field much of my time has been spent studying for my two classes, doing some light reading and planning for an offseason trip to Costa Rica with my fiancé. It really wasn’t a very eventful seven days, but there was one event of note from the past week: I managed to sell another of my paintings. I am still amazed that anyone has any interest in purchasing anything I produce, but it is kind of cool and provides me the incentive to continue painting from time to time. Well, that is about all I have for you so I’ll call that good for now and post a playoff update sometime in the near future.
Days
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
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