Down the rabbit hole…
Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again…
Welcome to the rabbit hole, soxies. We take the plunge TOMORROW. It’s a long way. And there is no parachute. So wear padded shoes.
EVERYTHING is about to change. It’s THAT moment. That one. You know the one. In the television show. The book. The movie. Where everything is insanely normal. INSANELY. Too normal. But it’s not normal. Not really. It’s exposition. Because something, you see, is coming. Something to change this from a book about a girl sitting by a tree to a book about a girl in a world where everything is upside down. The rabbit hole? It’s a looooong wayyyyy down.
…For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
Everything is mixed up. Dark and light. Good versus evil.
Because tomorrow, see, this team… they’re called the Tampa Bay Rays. And this team, see, is playing this other team… the YANKEES.
And we need the YANKEES to win.
Let me repeat myself.
We. Need. The. Yankees. To. Win.
Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.
The Yankees are treading water, something that usually give us a chocolate-cake-type high. But soxies, dear soxies… we NEED THEM TO SWIM.
`Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle!’ And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them.
Should the Rays manage to earn a spot in the playoffs, they will make history. No team in Major League history has overcome as high as a nine-game deficit through Sept. 2 to earn a spot in the postseason.
“Oh yeah, absolutely we have [turned Boston fans into Yankees fans],” said Maddon with a twinkle in his eye. “It’s nearly impossible, isn’t it? … That’s a good thing. It’s great. It’s good for the Tampa Bay Rays, it’s good for baseball. It’s good to have this kind of pennant race coming down to the wire.”
Look what we have become. Look. We have become undone.
“I would imagine we’re going to be watching, seeing how the Orioles take down the Red Sox tomorrow,” Shields said yesterday.
`I wish I hadn’t cried so much!’ said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.’
Welcome to upside-down world.
This is all Curt Young’s fault.
We have to count on the… Yankees.
Because it’s that or… Kyle Weilland.
Do you ever read David Ives? Because what we’re in? THIS is a Philadelphia. Somewhere, someone will get that…