observations from the World Baseball Classic: Cuba vs Australia

1. at the risk up being completely classless, it is no wonder the Cuban baseball players want to defect to the United States. if someone handed me that uniform, i would jump into the ocean & start swimming too. seriously. holy scalded retinas!

2. the Cuban team turned a fantastic defensive play in the second inning. the pretty kind of defense that should be run on an endless loop with E6 stapled to a chair in front of it, in the hopes that it will brand itself into his brain.

3. i have begun praying that some promotions grunt for the Rays is not watching this game & frantically scribbling notes on a pad. if a mariachi band complete with trumpets & kazoos is added to the cowbell chorus, i cannot be held accountable for my actions. i never underestimate the enthusiasm of the Rays organization to jump all over any new way to amp up the obnoxious.

4. just when you think the "musical" additions to the game couldn't possibly be worse (barring cowbell), suddenly the lone kazoo becomes a whole kazoo orchestra and a trumpet player in the mariachi band discovers that the only song he knows how to play is the theme to the Pink Panther.

5. OMG & now there are clackers.

and on that note, i am heading to bed. i hope i don't have nightmares...