Rough One
So it's my junior year of high school. We are in Arizona for baseball spring training.
On our off day our coach takes us to watch the A's practice. We get there and our coach points out how seriously all the players are taking their stretching, an unnecessary lesson.
I look at the field and while all the players are stretching one player stood out. Instead of stretching his arms or legs he gave a stretch to the old twig and berries.
There he was chewing seeds and scratching himself while his teammates took care of their bodies. There was my favorite player, once considered more untouchable than Jesus Christ himself: Jason Isringhausen.
Izzy, he who once formed part of the Big Three of Generation K along with Paul Wilson and Bill Pulsipher, he who I have a picture with from Crosstown Sports circa 1996, was the man. His 10-2 break-out season was the most exciting thing to hit Shea since Dr. K himself. Unfortunately, his success in a Mets uniform was short-lived.
Then there was Wednesday night. It's bittersweet. Bases loaded in the top 9 and LaRussa signals for old 44. This was my guy going against our guy. The Old Future vs. the New Future.
And the Old Future took it down.
This could have been one of those over the hump games. A big comeback against an elite team with our kid hovering on superstardom with the shot to make it happen. It really was a setback.
It was a lot to swallow. All we needed was a flyball and the game was tied. We would have gotten our grand revenge against B Poops, who was readying himself for the 10th.
It just didn't happen. D Wright didn't rise. And the way he has been going, you didn't give Cliffy much of a chance, no matter how many times he reads The Power of Positive Thinking.
Old Mets.
Still, a lot to be positive about.
First, we aren't Yankee fans. Those guys root for Randy Johnson.
Second, Trachs pitched a gem. This was his first superb start of the season and it came against a strong St. Louis lineup, a very welcome sight.
Third, we are really putting up a dogfight on the road against the Cardinals. The Mets have looked good on the road all season, a very strong indicator of a consistent team.
Either way, the Brewers did their work again. Those guys are starting to really come into their own and it's nice to see. And while it is way too early to be watching the scoreboard, it is still really nice to be in first place.
In the same way, it is really nice to see the return of Eric Byrnes. Since our random nights out in SF and him being named Player of the Year at Y2K, this guy's head is back in the right place. And he is flat out mashing the shit out of the ball.
That's all I know.
This Friday on the Fox Movie Channel, TV has finally gotten it right.
In some weird Friday night scheduling, the FMC is showing Point Break not once, not twice, but three times in a row.
That or Mets/Yankees?
VCD,
SM
On our off day our coach takes us to watch the A's practice. We get there and our coach points out how seriously all the players are taking their stretching, an unnecessary lesson.
I look at the field and while all the players are stretching one player stood out. Instead of stretching his arms or legs he gave a stretch to the old twig and berries.
There he was chewing seeds and scratching himself while his teammates took care of their bodies. There was my favorite player, once considered more untouchable than Jesus Christ himself: Jason Isringhausen.
Izzy, he who once formed part of the Big Three of Generation K along with Paul Wilson and Bill Pulsipher, he who I have a picture with from Crosstown Sports circa 1996, was the man. His 10-2 break-out season was the most exciting thing to hit Shea since Dr. K himself. Unfortunately, his success in a Mets uniform was short-lived.
Then there was Wednesday night. It's bittersweet. Bases loaded in the top 9 and LaRussa signals for old 44. This was my guy going against our guy. The Old Future vs. the New Future.
And the Old Future took it down.
This could have been one of those over the hump games. A big comeback against an elite team with our kid hovering on superstardom with the shot to make it happen. It really was a setback.
It was a lot to swallow. All we needed was a flyball and the game was tied. We would have gotten our grand revenge against B Poops, who was readying himself for the 10th.
It just didn't happen. D Wright didn't rise. And the way he has been going, you didn't give Cliffy much of a chance, no matter how many times he reads The Power of Positive Thinking.
Old Mets.
Still, a lot to be positive about.
First, we aren't Yankee fans. Those guys root for Randy Johnson.
Second, Trachs pitched a gem. This was his first superb start of the season and it came against a strong St. Louis lineup, a very welcome sight.
Third, we are really putting up a dogfight on the road against the Cardinals. The Mets have looked good on the road all season, a very strong indicator of a consistent team.
Either way, the Brewers did their work again. Those guys are starting to really come into their own and it's nice to see. And while it is way too early to be watching the scoreboard, it is still really nice to be in first place.
In the same way, it is really nice to see the return of Eric Byrnes. Since our random nights out in SF and him being named Player of the Year at Y2K, this guy's head is back in the right place. And he is flat out mashing the shit out of the ball.
That's all I know.
This Friday on the Fox Movie Channel, TV has finally gotten it right.
In some weird Friday night scheduling, the FMC is showing Point Break not once, not twice, but three times in a row.
That or Mets/Yankees?
VCD,
SM
posted by Sippy Momo at 2:13 AM
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You know what the best part of last night is?
Today's LIMA TIME!
I'm sure people have heard but the good news keeps piling up:
1) Bannister was pulled from his Tides rehab start after 5 pitches --- the hammy was not yet ready.
2) Lima has lost this game for us in the first two innings. If we win this game somehow, I will be shocked beyond belief. If we load the bases in the ninth with a chance for an amazing comeback and then blow it, I am going to extinguish matches on my skin.
excuse the tapestry of obscenity i am about to weave: goddamnitshitrag ass matsuisackofshit fuckyoulimatime fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk (at least we have gonzo going tomorrow!)
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