I hate it when an opposing pitcher makes his major league debut against the Rays.
Maybe he’s very nervous and gets knocked around early and then even if I’m happy for a Rays win I feel badly for the poor kid.
Or maybe he’s immediately locked in and stymies the Rays lineup, which doesn’t quite know what to expect, and I just spend several innings thinking “please get a hit.” That today is Mothers Day with all the pink accessories also had me flashing back to another day, in another decade, where I watched the pink-clad Rays go 27 up, 27 down.