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Bad Mood Rising
Recently it's dawned on me, I've been in a bad mood for 12 years. My entire
30s. Of course, the Dodgers have won a grand total of zero post season games
during that time, so that might have, oh, just a little something to do with
it....
OK, so I need therapy, but the fate of the Los Angeles baseball club is
directly tied to the ratio of smiles on my face, to days on the calendar,
during a particular year. You know, the old "SPS" stat, Smiles Per Season. I
don't know how you people in Boston and Chicago do it....
Now that the Dodgers seem to have it at least somewhat together, (depending
on your definition of what the word "it" is) can we please put the chemistry
discussion to bed (sorry, bad choice of words). Chemistry is a class in high
school. Most of us weren't any good at it, and unless you're Ray Milland, it
doesn't apply to baseball. If you win, you're happy, you have chemistry. If
you lose, you're not, and you don't. Class dismissed....
Again, perhaps therapy is in order, but when I was a kid, I thought Al Kaline
was responsible for the Alkaline battery. Guys had to work during the off
season in those days, you know, and I thought maybe making batteries was
Kaline's gig....
The Atlanta Braves always seem ready for the next closer disaster. When Mark
Wohlers went all Steve Blass on them, the Braves had 27 year old Kerry
Ligtenberg come seemingly out of nowhere to save 30 games in 1998. When
Ligtenberg blew out his arm in the process, along came John Rocker to save
38. If the team decides Rocker needs to go, it looks like Mike Remlinger can
step in to hold the fort for a year....
The John Rocker thing really has been beaten to death, and if I hear even one
more "off his rocker" crack, I'm gonna hurl. This is the absolute final
thought on the subject here, I promise. I'm not going to utter another
solitary word about the guy. I won't. No I won't. The hell I won't....
Indulge me for a second please. It's simple really. John Rocker is a
blithering idiot. He hasn't anything even remotely resembling a clue. Brian
Jordan nailed it with one sentence: "To me, John still doesn't get it. It's
not the media's fault he made those stupid comments."
OK, I'm done. Does this mean that, now that I've joined the masses in the
media who've knocked Rocker, that he won't speak to me again, or ever?
Cool....
While we're on the subject of blithering idiots who have no clue who probably
will never talk to me again, has anyone heard from Pete Rose lately? It's
been, what, days....
Looks like I was wrong when I said the Chicago White Sox would take the
American League Wild Card....
Bob Vila is a five-tool player....
Did you catch that X-Files with Mulder tracking down the story of a
too-good-to-be-true, Josh Gibson-like player burning it up for the Roswell
(yes, that Roswell) Grays? What a great thing. Written and directed by David
Duchovny....
First of all, any episodic that devotes an hour to baseball gets brownie
points in my book. Second, you've got a guy named Fox extolling the virtues
of the box score to a red head named Scully, comparing it to the Pythagorean
Theorem, of all things....
Then you have Mulder being quizzed by an oldtimer, to see if he's worth
talking to: Old Guy: "How many home runs did Mickey Mantle hit?" Mulder
(dumbfounded): "163" Old guy frowns. Mulder: "...Righty, 373 lefty, 536
total." Brilliant....
An alien who'd rather play baseball here on Earth, and in the minors mind
you, than go back to his people in a land far far away? Well, that's just
poetry.... .
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