ANGST

Yes, that's me. Standing at the edge of the Pacific Ocean in San Diego. Friday night. Well early evening. Just before my Belovedes (St. Louis Cardinals) are to play the Padres.

So why the angst? Before the game started? The Padres were starting one of the best NL hurlers. The Cardinals were starting a pitcher by the name of Kip. Kip hurls, too. But more often, he makes fans want to hurl when they watch him and his now 1-7 record.

So even before the game, I sorta knew the results. So my daughter and I on Turn Back The Clock or Disco Night at Petco, were treated to an offensive show of three home runs and a 7-0 San Diego win. She, raised the right way as a Cardinal fan, has neared the edge of being disowned by cheering wildly each Padre home run. Stoically, I sat with arms crossed. I didn't even cheer one of my Belovedes' four singles. To top it off, the Padres wore those mustard yellow uniforms from 1972. They were as one fan said, "so ugly, that they're cool". They looked like pajamas to me, And the way some players wear their pants so long not to reveal socks, they looked like they might have feet in them, too.

Didn't Gladys Knight and the Kips sing that old ditty "Oh, What a Night"? Oh well, I guess all analogies break down after awhile. Good night, Gracie.