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A Fine Line Between Awful And Awesome

Nothing messes with a sports fan's head like a pennant race. Consider the following:

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  • It's 4:48 p.m. as I write this. 24 hours ago, I was hoping the Rays could take two of three against a tough Toronto team so they'd would return to the Trop within three games of the Yankees prior to the major head-to-head series with them that starts there Monday.
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  • About 21 hours ago, the Rays were up 8-1 and I was very happy to have started the series so well.
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  • About 19 hours ago, the score was tied at 8 and I worried about winning another game, let alone a series.
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  • About 18 3/4 hours ago, I exhaled. Thank you, Rafael Soriano.  
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  • About two and a half hours ago, the Rays were up 9-1 and I was thinking "great, just no repeats of yesterday, thanks."
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  • About two hours ago, the Rays were pouring it on, up 13-1. "Hurray! Now just get it over with already."
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  • Right this minute, the Rays are a game out of first place, in line to sweep the series tomorrow and could actually return home in first place.
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Jack Bauer has saved the world a dozen times but call me when he's been through a pennant race.

Photographs by cstreet.us, thelastminute, turtlemom nancy , fesek, kthypryn, justinwright, sue_elias, pointnshoot, and scrapstothefuture used in background montage under Creative Commons. Thank you.