Good evening. So I made it back to the comfortable confines of Rednecks' park after a whole lot of flying. Now I can get down to the business of trying to repair the damage that was done to my team.
I see that I helped Tico jump over George to claim 4th place.
The standings amongst those of us in 6th to 9th changed dramatically, with the Southpaws and Cosmik each jumping two notches to 6th and 7th at the expense of the Puppies and the 'Necks who each fell by two to 8th and 9th.
Narf, heh, it's a happy day in Pupville.
fbaezer wrote:After so many years, rjohn is not a boy anymore.
Oh, and Pantalones now has TWO cousins playing for the Padres.
(What's their second last-name, José?, so I can distinguish your cousin from his homonym in Arizona)
Sabín. It was I think even more exciting to see Edgar take his first major league AB since there had been many times where he was almost called up but didn't get the phone call mainly because he wasn't on the 40 man roster.
Anyways, I'm thinking of being the anti-manager. I couldn't manage from thursday on and I won my first week whereas every other week I at least checked to see if I'd made a change and lost. Guess that speaks of my managerial ability.
Good luck for both of the González Sabín brothers, then.
Actually managing works often against you.
Take me for example.
Last week, I dropped Randy Johnson on a tantrum (I mean, the Old Unit starts "when his balls swell" and not when he's supposed to), and picked up Darrel Rasner. What happens then? Johnson's unexpected start gets a win after pitching 6+ scoreless innings and Rasner's start gets rained out, so he's skipped from the rotation.
Yesterday. I get fed up with Jeff Kent and replaced him with red-hot Jason Werth, benched slumping Curtis Granderson and started Werth. Granderson hits a couple of homers and real-life Werth is benched. What a stinker!
Campillo -I dropped Rasner- did work well for me, but he's slotted as a RP, so what RP did I bench yerterday? Renyel Pinto, who got a hold, and started Eric Gagne, who finally fed me up completely.
Ahh, Fantasy Baseball Blues! Fun!
Minor League Baseball pages listed him as Edgar V Gonzalez, to be quite honest, I don't know where the V comes from.
And when does Dunn decide to homer for 5 straight games?
From wednesday to monday
when do I leave for Berkeley with Dunn on bench?
Thursday
when do I come back?
Monday
Ha. I think I'm playing you soon, Pants. We will be compatible, my story is your story, etc. Perhaps I'll be the opponent to get your guys in line.
So I am sitting at the end of my dugout, chewing tobacco, spitting and scratching my crotch like old managers do. At the other end of the dugout a guy is screaming: "Put me in."
I accidentally left one of my SP on the bench today. He, of course, throws a very nice game.
I'm increasingly familiar with the Bench Wonder pattern.
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today!
We're born again, there's new grass on the field.
A-roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine, watchin' it from the bench;
You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out.
So Say Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio;
Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Yeah! I got it, I got it!
Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun;
(pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Yeah!
Great song. I have the vynil record and still play it every spring.
I honestly believe Creedence Clearwater is more popular in Mexico than in the US.
The brown-eyed handsome man (Jacoby Ellsbury)?
Actually, this is the original brown-eyed handsome man, probably the greatest living retired player, Willie Mays.
As a kid I was a Milwaukee Braves fan. Sometimes, at critical points in the season, I would feign illness to listen to the Mutual Radio Network's Game of the Day.
I think I can still remember the perfect starting lineup: Joe Adcock at 1B, Red Scheindienst (sp) at 2B, Johnny Logan at SS and Eddie Mathews at 3B. In the outfield, Wes Covington in left, Billy Bruton in center, and Hammering Henry Aaron in right. Warren Spahn or Lew Burdett would be pitching to the catcher, Del Crandall.
I would sit on the edge of my bed, fifty years ago, pounding my fist into my really, really cheap baseball glove.
Mays? Could be the best. But I'd put in a biased vote for Hank Aaron.
As long as we're casting biased votes ... George Brett.
3,000 hits, 300 home runs, 600 doubles, 100 triples, and 200 stolen bases.
Won the batting title in three different decades (1976, 1980, and 1990). Batted .390 in 1980. Always played for the Kansas City Royals.
Say hey....
And I still love John Fogarty and Creedence.
The guys on my bench are hitting .357 this evening. The guys in my lineup are at .057 or so. So it goes.
When I was young, I use to sneak, late at night, and watch the Cinciinnati Reds of the early seventys. They won two World Series, and had a great team. Bench, Rose (both M.V.P.'s of the World Series), Morgan, Concepcion, Perez, Griffey, just to name a few. Sparky Anderson as coach. I can still see Pete Rose sliding head first.
Meanwhile, I'm still in tenth place. If I don't shovel more coal, Los Pinches Pants, is going to do exactly that and pass me up. Last night I was watching the Tigers/Twins game. Tiges down by five. Bottom of seventh. Pudge, Renteria, Rayburn, Granderson, Sheffield, all contributed to closing the gap to one. I was jubilant, I could smell a Tiger victory. Eighth. Lopez and Seay the pitching dynamic duo are released onto the field from the Tiger bullpen. I turned it off at three or four more Minnesota runs.
Wishing all my fellow leaguemates a wonderful Memorial Day weekend.
Happy Memorial Day Weekend to you too, alex.
