the attack dog aaron boone didn't know he had (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} petitio) wrote,@ 2005-04-15 19:28:00 |
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baseball blather
Reason #84783 the Reds are the greatest team ever: Popup to the Reds dugout by first base. Sean Casey runs over to try to catch it, and catcher Jason LaRue is running after it too. Sean Casey bumps up against the dugout fence and leans far, far over it in a futile attempt to snag the ball. LaRue has his eyes fixed on the ball too, and he only belatedly realizes that Casey is going to tip over. He can only kinda make a swipe at the back of Casey's leg, and Casey falls over the dugout fence --
-- smack in the middle of a pile of Reds players, who are all too being o_o and hiding from the ricocheting ball to do anything for Casey or even really notice Casey. Some of them, in fact, conveniently step aside so that Casey has more room to tumble ass after teakettle down the dugout steps. Oh, Reds.
***
Is there anything greater than baseball? Outside my window, there's a boy wearing red high-socks and, possibly, a Yankees cap playing catch. (It actually be a Yankees Hater cap; I can't tell.)
On MLB.TV, I'm alternately watching Roy Oswalt 0wnz0r the Reds and watching Gavin Floyd throw the prettiest little curves you've ever seen. Sure, Gavin has even less of an idea where his curves are going than Barry Zito does, and sure, the Philly fans are so utterly annoying -- it's the guy's first outing after his season debut, where he pulled a Roy Oswalt-esque 0wnz0ring of the St. Louis Cardinals, holding them to three hits and one run over seven innings. We're in the middle of the first, and the bastards in the stands are already complaining. And now, the camera is showing Andy Pettitte playing with his fleabitten excuse of a fu manchu mustache that looks like nothing so much as a particularly violent longterm allergic reaction.
You think I'm exaggerating because I hate the man for breaking my heart, but it's really, really awful. Evenghostrunner, Pettitte apologist extraordinaire, was telling him to shave it off a few days ago. It's made worse by the fact that Pettitte keeps reaching up and rubbing it as if that's going to make it grow faster -- and now poor Floyd has given four runs in an inning and a bit. And Roy Oswalt, could you please stop striking out my team? Jason LaRue laid off THREE PITCHES of yours in a row, for Chrissake. Jason LaRue!
Still, though. Baseball. Full stomach. The Astros announcers are talking smack about Roy Oswalt's slow-as-molasses way of talking (Announcer 1: Coming up, a rapid-fire Q&A with Roy Owalt. Announcer 2: . . . is it possible to have a rapid-fire Q&A with Roy Oswalt)
Baseball is good to me.
Reason #84783 the Reds are the greatest team ever: Popup to the Reds dugout by first base. Sean Casey runs over to try to catch it, and catcher Jason LaRue is running after it too. Sean Casey bumps up against the dugout fence and leans far, far over it in a futile attempt to snag the ball. LaRue has his eyes fixed on the ball too, and he only belatedly realizes that Casey is going to tip over. He can only kinda make a swipe at the back of Casey's leg, and Casey falls over the dugout fence --
-- smack in the middle of a pile of Reds players, who are all too being o_o and hiding from the ricocheting ball to do anything for Casey or even really notice Casey. Some of them, in fact, conveniently step aside so that Casey has more room to tumble ass after teakettle down the dugout steps. Oh, Reds.
***
Is there anything greater than baseball? Outside my window, there's a boy wearing red high-socks and, possibly, a Yankees cap playing catch. (It actually be a Yankees Hater cap; I can't tell.)
On MLB.TV, I'm alternately watching Roy Oswalt 0wnz0r the Reds and watching Gavin Floyd throw the prettiest little curves you've ever seen. Sure, Gavin has even less of an idea where his curves are going than Barry Zito does, and sure, the Philly fans are so utterly annoying -- it's the guy's first outing after his season debut, where he pulled a Roy Oswalt-esque 0wnz0ring of the St. Louis Cardinals, holding them to three hits and one run over seven innings. We're in the middle of the first, and the bastards in the stands are already complaining. And now, the camera is showing Andy Pettitte playing with his fleabitten excuse of a fu manchu mustache that looks like nothing so much as a particularly violent longterm allergic reaction.
You think I'm exaggerating because I hate the man for breaking my heart, but it's really, really awful. Even
ghostrunner, Pettitte apologist extraordinaire, was telling him to shave it off a few days ago. It's made worse by the fact that Pettitte keeps reaching up and rubbing it as if that's going to make it grow faster -- and now poor Floyd has given four runs in an inning and a bit. And Roy Oswalt, could you please stop striking out my team? Jason LaRue laid off THREE PITCHES of yours in a row, for Chrissake. Jason LaRue! Still, though. Baseball. Full stomach. The Astros announcers are talking smack about Roy Oswalt's slow-as-molasses way of talking (Announcer 1: Coming up, a rapid-fire Q&A with Roy Owalt. Announcer 2: . . . is it possible to have a rapid-fire Q&A with Roy Oswalt)
Baseball is good to me.
