Who’s that mook from Philidelphia?
Oh yeah. Pence. Frickin’ Pence. 3 run dinger yesterday. Am I happy? Am I happy? Sure. I mean…
But I also have that “about frickin’ time” feeling. At least I’m not getting Beltran flashbacks like when last year Bochy actually sat him near the end of the season so he could secure his .300 average. Sweet. Whatta guy. See you in St. Louis.But nothing like that is gonna happen with Pence.
Nice win. I love baseball. Every game is like watching a new drama. That 5 run 8th started with a Colorado D”OH in the sun on Crawfords pop-up. And I was at first pissed when Homey could have done more damage if he didn’t weaselly throw down his bat in digust over his little pop-up-ee-doo. But, no harm no foul. Everything fell into place
The bullpen was okay (Kontos? Hensley?) but they’ve worried me lately. Statistically, before this season started, they wuz the best. Now? Get out the Tums.
But I’m just whining. Look. This team has two possible Cy Younger candidates (Cain-Vogelsong)Two mofos in the MVP talks (Posey-Cabrera) and would have a third if the chubby bear could stay healthy who HOOOOOPEfully will be back today pending how he’s looking in San Jose. If the Giants don’t take the West, it’ll be a dirty, rotten communist crime. Some will blame Obama.
And now we have the joy and drama of the Washington Nationals. They had an 8 game winning streak snapped off by the Arizona Snakes. Lovely. They may have 71 wins so far but I feel their fear. I sense their tension. I fondle their girlfriends. And I fart in their general direction.
And in light of Nipper’s aversion to long intros, I’ll keep this short.
But sorry, Nipper, as loyal as you have been to the Flap…my next intro’s gonna make The Iliad read like Fun With Dick and Jane.