Wednesday, April 20, 2005
edit: I just watched 8 innings of the Cubs/Cards game before exhaustion set in and I just had to turn it off.
1. What the hell is up with Jeromy Burnitz's pants? Is he trying to return to the 1920s style of baggy baseball pants with high socks or something?
2. Carlos Zambrano does the most awkward-looking hunches ever on the mound. He just looks so big and hulking and round-shouldered. And yet, he was absurdly effective when I saw him (the only run he'd given up was a homer to Pujols, and there's not much you can do about that).
3. I know that Nomar isn't on the Red Sox anymore, but when I saw him go crashing down into the dirt, screaming in pain, trying to stand but having to be carried off the field by the trainers, it was awful. Jeez. They were calling it a soft muscle tissue tear last I heard, but whatever the hell it was Nomar looked like he was in a great deal of agony. Just horrible to see. Hope he's OK, and my sympathies to all the Cubbie fans out there who have to deal with this (on top of Todd Walker getting his knees chopped out from under him).
I have moved all of my things out of the dorm, I have returned my room key, I am free of the University of Michigan for the summer. Hallelujah.
As I've been repeating endlessly, I'll be at the Tigers/ChiSux game tomorrow, reclining at my ease in the luxury box seats, watching to see if Bondy's great big Tim Hudson-style stretch after delivery is as impressive in real life as it is on TV. There will be photos, obviously, and hopefully tales of Tigers batters doing terrible, unnameable things to Mark Buehrle, and maybe seeing why the ESPN scouting reports seem to equate AJ Pierzynski with a small bubonic-plague-bearing rodent.
All this will have to wait until I am back home in the distant East, however, as I'm online right now at my Bubbie's house, and I hate accessing the internet without my photo libraries and digital notes and whatnot behind it. The drive back will be on Friday, so expect something Saturday, unless Passover interferes (a great big Challah Back! to all those who will be eschewing the leavened foodstuffs with me... wonder if Youks keeps Passover?).
Also, a quick note to let Keith Foulke and Nate Robertson know that they've both gone to the Blue Cats Corner, and so they shall remain, stewing in their own Failure Broth, until they do something to prove that they should be removed.
"It's all mechanics... The other day, I went out there and felt great and things were definitely going in the right direction. But if I can't slow myself down, it's never going to get there. I know exactly what I'm doing. It's just correcting it, and I'm not doing it." Foulkie, what is this? "I can't slow myself down"? This sounds like the eternal 'don't let him get too strong between starts or he'll beat himself up' DLowe cry. I am not a fan. Foulkie, I enjoy clutch performances as much as the next gal, but it would be nice if you could deliver the game on occasion when it's not a matter of historical import, yeah?
"I don't want to overanalyze... Sometimes, I do. It's a rough start, but I don't need an overhaul or something." Nate, kiddo, I don't think you need an overhaul either, not really. But there is no reason on earth why Jason Johnson should have been able to handle that lineup and you could not. I realize Brian Roberts has fantasy baseball players who drafted him lining up on his doorstep to kiss his holy orange feet, I realize it's hard to pitch to Palmeiro when all you see every time he steps up to bat is a horrible mental image of him popping Viagra like they're sunflower seeds. But these are things that you've just go to do.
To the Blue Cats Corner, the both of you. And let's be sharpish about it, shall we?
Hey, speaking of Blue Cats, the Lions are actually doing things. The question of who we're going to draft becomes increasingly intriguing, in a terrible, nervous, 'dear lord don't let them make an awful pick that we will rue for years to come, as is indeed the Detroit tradition' kind of way. Of course I'm looking forward to the NFL Draft, as I'll be watching Braylon Edwards, Marlin Jackson, David Baas, and everyone else who's a draft-eligible Wolverine very carefully. And so should you all.
Oh yeah, and best healthy wishes to all those in need of 'em, namely Bill Mueller (the ubiquitous 'flu-like symptoms', which I guess could be anywhere from a mild cold to food poisoning to cocaine withdrawal) and Pudge Rodriguez (stiff back... shake it off, Pudge, shake it off, you didn't do all that work to take pressure off your knees and hips just to bust your back). Magglio... well, Maggs, thanks again. Thank you for being so effective a drain on our resources as a team.
And to think, sometimes I actually sigh and say that Scott Boras can't be evil, he's just doing his job. Alas, I was mistaken. He really is evil.