Signs . . .
I’m not one for omens signs or superstitions. Well, not lately anyway. Not with the weird and awful year it has been for Bay Area sports teams, and sports and rock & roll icons in general.
Anyhow, I found this moth on my doorstep yesterday night. An omen of good things? 6 games, 6 days, 3 teams, 2 spots.
I’m of a mind that we just need to get in. Even losing the one-game play-in means we made it to the playoffs. I’d rather lose the play-in game that be labeled the biggest fail in baseball history. At least since the playoff format started.