I’m talking, of course, about the spin-o-rama that the Angels bullpen has decided to play all of a sudden. Each day, before the game starts, they sit in a circle and spin a spinner, and towards whomever the arrow points is going to blow the game that night.
Futility.
You can still read the above, but it doesn’t apply that much. Because we win! Woohoo!
Winning cures everything!
Gets the ice bath!
We can forget that Mike Trout went 0-4 with some terrible ABs.
We can forget that we couldn’t score with the bases loaded and no one out.