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. ↵
- About 21 hours ago, the Rays were up 8-1 and I was very happy to have started the series so well. ↵
- About 19 hours ago, the score was tied at 8 and I worried about winning another game, let alone a series. ↵
- About 18 3/4 hours ago, I exhaled. Thank you, Rafael Soriano. ↵
- About two and a half hours ago, the Rays were up 9-1 and I was thinking "great, just no repeats of yesterday, thanks." ↵
- About two hours ago, the Rays were pouring it on, up 13-1. "Hurray! Now just get it over with already." ↵
- 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. ↵
Jack Bauer has saved the world a dozen times but call me when he's been through a pennant race.