Oh it's on now, boys and girls. Peavy goes against Roy Oswalt and lucky for us, Oswalt's probably Peavy's best friend on the Astros and grooving a pitch to the opposing team's pitcher isn't the scariest thing in the world, so I'm feeling good about the matchup.
I'm stll learning the ins and outs of the new system so your guess is good as mine as to what will show up during the Open Tread.
I'm feeling a little faint at the prospect of baseball again. Getting that dizzy feeling as baseball season once again starts seeping into my veins. Here come the irrational thoughts. Here comes the wonderfully sickening euphoria. Oh man... My stomach's starting to turn. Cold sweats.
The Gaslamp Ballers who could be in attendance are at the ballpark by now. It's just us now. Just us.
GO PADRES!!! NO FAKE QUESO!!!
PADRES! PADRES! DON'T GET HURT!!!
PADRES! PADRES! DON'T EAT DIRT!!!