Even the fans are coming down with injuries...

So this post is mostly written one-handed.  I smashed my hand pretty good at work today.  Went and got the X-rays, the tests and the whole sha-bang.  I'll live, but my right hand (and I'm right-handed) is out of service for a while.

And losing your good hand provides some interesting challenges - that can't be discussed here obviously.  And not the least of my problems at the moment is typing.  I'm making every word count here.

So I've had a cooling off-period from last night's beatdown of the Blazers - and I'm still pretty raw about it.  It's a good thing I can't type all that I want to right now. 

Long story short, I'm leaving you with this thought:  All of our hopes for the year hinge on Game 4 tomorrow.  Without Game 4, it's done for.  Tomorrow I won't be able to clap or fist bump.  I can't jump up or down.  But I still have my voice.  Let's hope that it counts for something.  Let's hope that the Rose Garden has a good reason to be loud tomorrow.