With the Giants' defeat at the hands of the Cubs, our Padres' magic number has shriveled to a mere 15.
Regardless of assertions that the NL West is "the worst division ever," we are surging toward only the fifth postseason appearance in franchise history. And I'm ecstatic about that.
I've suffered the Enzo Hernandez's, Billy Almon's, and the the managerial cluelessness of John MacNamera. I've seen the team sign the likes of John Curtis and Rick Wise to lucrative free agent pacts in the futile hope that a difference might be made.
After all that, and then some, I'm grateful to be above .500, and forever grateful to have our sights set on a division crown.
I'm also grateful that many of my New Orleans friends will apparently return home soon with their houses largely intact. One particularly special pal, Linnzi Zaorski, has likely lost everything, but she is now headed to SoCal to resume her budding music career. I look forward to greeting her at my doorstep.
Please continue to help the victims of Katrina as much as you're able, and continue to enjoy the Padres' fifth(Ed. note: Of course the Padres have been to the postseason a mere three times, making this their FOURTH trip to the playoffs. I am stupid.)
trip to the playoffs.
If memories of the '84 and '98 postseasons serve, the playoffs can be full of joyous surprises.