If history is any indication to performance, don't expect much from this upcoming inter-league series. The Red Sox always play weird at this time. They make wins, but it's not in inspiring games (like yesterday - phwoar! Still can't believe I was there for it all, too). They lose in games that it seems that they're going to win. Everything just gets all cocked up. It could be the loss of the DH; it could be that they're less familiar with the teams they're playing. There isn't the scouting history or the playing history. They don't know the nuances of pitching and whatnot. I'll leave it up to the expert to say exactly why, but something about May interleague play has always been "meh, eh, hmph"-ish.
It's times like this when I wish Nate Silver weren't just my Phantom Husband, but my real life one so that he could explain, by his magical number crunching PECOTA machine, in concrete facts what I mean by "meh, eh, hmph."
You know, he still hasn't responded to all those emails I sent back in the fall. I mean, I can't imagine why. They were totally normal and sane and everything.
(Maybe not. At all. But they were fun to write I tell yah, until it turned out he was probably actually reading them. Then it became mortifying.)
Hennywhey - stay tuned for some not-as-electric baseball in the next weeks, is all I'm sayin'.
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