Friday, August 05, 2005
Tek go boom! It only took, oh, about 3,000 at-bats or so. Hopefully now that he's got that particular monkey off his bat he can lean back, relax, and let Manny tell him a thing or two about hitting some more of those fun little 4-RBI thingies.
So saith Tito: "I'm not sad that he hit a grand slam, I'm kind of sad that we don't get to get on him anymore because we've had some fun with it."
Weird game otherwise. Apparently all we need to do to jumpstart Edgah's bat is make him feel really guilty about putting other guys out of commission. Next time I think we should have him knock out Alex Cora or something, though... someone we won't miss quite as much.
Matt Stairs seemed really excited about life this afternoon too. He was hitting .200 in the past 7 games, so I don't know why he was so batsy today. Maybe the roaring masses screaming for his blood were particularly inspiring under the midday sun or something.
Clement seemed OK, in that he wasn't hurling himself to the ground and screaming like
Derek Jeter a little girl every time a ball came somewhere near the mound. He did seem overrested, though. He battled through it, but let us be honest here-- it's not every day that you're going to get 8 runs in the 4th inning, and you can't always count on defensive ineptitude, which the Royals seemingly have in spades. If Clement had had a day like this for that black hole of run support they call the Cubs, it probably would have been a loss.
Our first look at Roberto Petagine was very 'eh'. It's too early to call it a wash, though. I would rather have Olerud back like woah right now, but who knows, maybe Petagine will impress sometime soon. Kevin Millar, on a completely unrelated note, was 0-for-5 on the day. Just, uh. Sayin'.
I don't know. A win's a win, and we swept the series. Hell, we swept the entire bloody homestand. I haven't felt very good about these past few games, though. We've been played almost right up to the end, the sort of games where one twist of bad luck would have turned it into a loss. And we've been playing the Royals, which in part explains why we haven't had that one twist of bad luck, because Lady Luck apparently got a mild infection or something from the Royals at some point in the past and now hates them with a ferocious, feminine passion. It doesn't explain why they were playing us so tightly, though.
The bullpen still feels shaky, I guess, and we're still not operating on a full tank when it comes to the starting rotation. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I'm kind of nervous about this.
Oh, and from that same article I linked before, we get Curt Schilling's take on all the craziness that's been going on lately:
"We go through three or four weeks of [distractions] every year off the field, and everybody except us gets all excited and in a panic and in a frenzy and all [of a] sudden we start winning games."
Right, well, OK. But Curt, buddy, you've only been here a year, you know. It was a pretty big year, but it was basically just, uh, the one. We go through this stuff every year off the field? How would you know? You have only been here for one year. Just a weird little thing that made me twitch my eyebrow skeptically at the computer screen.
Heh, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that this Royals blogger is not overly fond of the Sox. His take on Jason Varitek: "See my pretty "C" and my tough-guy facial hair? I could probably be a closer I'm so full of moxie and manliness." He probably wouldn't like to think that he's making Sox fans smile, but too bad, I laughed. Then I went right back to building the little clay 'C' to put in my Jason Varitek shrine.
Since we did just finish up a series with the Royals, it seems like a good time to mention Brian Anderson's blog. He's one of their pitchers, out for the season with an arm injury that required Tommy John surgery. But he's been blogging (albeit somewhat sporadically). There's some fun stuff in there, though.
So I basically went out early [to Mike Sweeney's charity golf tournament] to glad hand, meet some people and sign some autographs -- if anybody was asking for them. Needless to say I only signed one. It was for some guy as soon as I got out of my car. I was like, “Wow, this is going to be nice.” But that was it for the day. The poor guy. The trials and tribulations of pitching for the Royals. I mean, ANY pitcher on the Sox, no matter how big or little they are, is going to get harassed for autographs wherever they go. You think I wouldn't get all wide-eyed and 'Wowee itza Sawx player!' if I saw Jeremi Gonzalez or Chad Bradford wandering around? Because I would. But poor Brian Anderson, who was a freaking starter when healthy, gets no love. Ouch.
On a side note, Andrew Sisco is way too excited about his new bottle of teeth-whitening Listerine that he’s been taking out to the bullpen. I don't even know what to say to that, really, but I know that, somehow, it is awesome.
Now just imagine if we could convince one of the Red Sox to start blogging...
Also, I watched the Braves/Reds game on TBS tonight. Shut up, there was a chance The Farns would get in the game (he did). But that's not the point. The point. Jeff Francoeur, you guys. He's a year older than me. He's terribly cute. He's got 7 homeruns in 64 at-bats. He's batting .406 and slugging .828. I think I love him a little bit.
edit: Best search terms used to find this site evar!
'braden looper must die'
And the person searching for it was doing so from, get this, Pleasantville, NY.
I love it. God bless the internet.