Yesterday afternoon, Katherine and I took seven-year-old Luki (Katherine's grandson; my step-grandson) to the Ballpark in Arlington to watch the Texas Rangers play the Oakland Athletics. It was the final game of the 162-game season. Oakland needed to win to stave off the Seattle Mariners. The Rangers had nothing at stake except pride. Oakland won, 4-0, which allowed it to clinch one of the two American League wild-card spots.
The sun during the game was intense, in part because of passing clouds. (Yes, clouds intensity the sun's rays.) We had front-row seats in the third deck, looking directly down on home plate. It got so hot that, by the third inning, we moved upward into the shade. The Rangers finished the season strongly, winning 14 of 26 games during September and 13 of the final 16. Their record of 67-95 was worst in the 15-team American League and 29th-worst overall (out of 30 teams). We'll have a new manager next season, Ron Washington having resigned unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago. Our pitching staff was devastated by injuries this year. If these injured pitchers come back in the same shape in which they left, we'll be fine.