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These guys played on some pretty bad teams, some pretty non-descript teams, during most of their time as Giants and yet they are 4 of my favorites of all time. If you had to pick just one, who was your most memorable?????
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Great group but I had to go with Chili. Not only was he my guy, I always thought he’d become THE guy. I remember he was asked once about how he caught balls at Candlestick, he replied with something like- I put my face in front of it so I’ll usually catch it (the visual just cracked me up).
One thing about these polls, it gets me to go and look back on these guys stats or see what they’re up to now. Well, the dodgers hired Chili as an instructor and are considering him for their batting coach. Fuck Chili. Can I change my vote to Evans?
Clark was a trip. Clutch hitter, great power, terrible base runner, uneven defense. Caught endless flack for running into the clubhouse from RF with two outs in game he thought was over.
In baseball according to Mike, Adam Dunn’s value is not as high as others think, from couple threads ago. And slugging pct is the most important stat for middle order guys, more imp than OBP.
Slugging pct for 1B NL 2010:
Aubrey Huff .453
Ryan Howard .505
Adam LaRoche .468
Adrian Gonzalez .511
Adam Dunn .536
Over all OPS for above is led by AG at .904, AD second at .891, RH at .858. Huff is 30 points behind that, LaRoche 50 points behind Huff. Gonzalez and Huff actually higher OBP than Dunn, by 38 and 30 points respectively.
Huff is 20 points behind Howard at OPS of .838, not 30. Dunn produces runs (runs plus rbis minus HRs divided by ABs) at .270 clip, pretty high.
Some apples and oranges there, Willie : James had said Dunn was a better baseball player than Carl Crawford.,..which is of course absurd. My criticism of Dunn had more to do with his overall value than his slugging, as my post made clear. ( or I thought)…
Going with Evans, King of the Foull HR
I had to go with Darrell too, though i can still see clark swinging that black bat like it was a toothpick. and the classic chili was, “there’s 5,000 fans out there and the rest of them are assholes”. And i think he was right. usually there was about 5-10 thousand of us out there freezing our ass off. only for dodgers games or other big games did the numbers go up at night. and most of the guys WERE assholes.
Jack wasn’t the brightest bulb, was he? I recall an interview, I had turned on the radio during the talk and didn’t know who it was. I thought some old drunk was being interviewed about detox or something… but who can forget Tommy pitching to him in the NLCS in 1985 ? Inspired some of LaSodra’s best F-bombs…
Forgot, no mail today, Ted. I’ll send your drive tomorrow. Let’s get a couple picks in for how much Lee gets per year. I’m sending a headset/mike for that one. Next up, a printer…
I am to bitch…not. You *did* note Cliff Lee #’s, eh?
Sad day in baseball. HoF broadcaster Dave Niehaus passes away at 75. I listened to him call a lot of games over the past 25 years. Rest in peace, Dave. You will be missed.
http://mariners.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20101110&content_id=16061742&vkey=news_sea&c_id=sea
how much Lee gets per year or how much his contract is worth and the number of years?
Just one simple figure: per year. Use first year.
I went with Clark. He could be a prick, but he was our prick. And he could hit. And later with the Cards he hit that HUGE home off Tom Neidenfeuer to sink the Dog-ears in ’85. One of my favorite non-Giants baseball moments.
Jack Clark autographed one of my Giants caps. I got the autograph when Clark was the hitting coach for the Dodgers’ Single-A Calif. League team. You all will remember that Clark moved up the Dodgers organization quickly as a hitting coach and eventually got the gig at the big club. And seemed to be doing pretty well there, but then the Dodgers hitters had an off-year and he was fired. The life of a hitting coach.
Clark lost a huge amount of money to unscrupulous agents. (Hey, we can invest alll your money in these real estate limited partnerships of ours and you’ll never pay taxes again. Technically, it’ll look like you’re losing money (to us), but really you see this is what they call a tax shelter . . . . Oops. Tax law changed in 1986. Adios, dinero.) He worked for a while as the batting coach for the bums. I met a guy he tutored at some sort of fantasy camp. Apparently, his primary lesson was: It’s just like chopping wood. Last I heard, we weighed about 300 lbs. As the Austin Lounge Lizards well know:
http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=9849
So, on principle, I go with Chili.
“he weighed” Me? I’m 400 or so by myself.
Funny. The posts are all over the place but Davis is winning by a landslide. And Bozo’s right, it’s a trip to go look up these guys after Flavor bring them up again. It makes me think of a song:
“Midnight, all the kitties are sleeping…”
or something like that.
I voted for Madlock. Only because I don’t remember him as well as the other 3. Are ex-Giants Darrell Evans and Dave Kingman the only batters with 400+ HRs from that era not to make the HoF?
My problem with Madlock may be an illusion. It just seemed to me that, time after time, when he played for the Cubs, he would take the batting title lead late in the season, and then get mysterious injuries that kept him from playing the last part of the season, and coincidentally keeping his batting average as the league leader. But just enough at-bats to qualify for the batting title.
Evans was a good ballplayer on some bad teams. I saw him hit two homers in a game at the stick, back when you could walk up and get seats behind the plate.
A quick look at Madlock’s stats show that 2 of his batting titles were 130-game seasons for him, and a third batting title with a 142-game season. Maybe the injuries were legit. Who am I to judge.
The funny thing is that Evans and Davis got World Series championships later with other teams. And wasn’t Clark on that ’82 Cardinal team?
I’m wrong. Clark went to the Cards in ’85.
And Clark’s last season was with the Red Sox in ’92. That hardly seems possible.
Madlock also won a ring with the Pirates in ’79.
When Madlock played 3B he bounced throws to 1B. Over his career (including quite a few games at 2B) his E/DP ratio was almost exactly 1/1. Omar is about 1/10. Well, that’s fun, but not really relevant. Matt Williams (who played quite a few games as SS) was about 1/2. Maddog was a pain the ass in the field.
The Ripper was a player I paid to see. He never liked the Giants teams of that era. The press would always report his compliants.
Tough choices but I went with Clark, although as Willied said, maybe the worst baserunner I’ve ever seen. And that HR to beat the Dogs was one of the great pre-1987 moments for this Giants fan. Didn’t Clark miss a foul pop-up after Denkinger’s blown call in the ’85 WS? It’s funny how all four had better careers after leaving the Giants. Escaping the ‘Stick really must’ve felt like getting out of jail.
In 6 years, here on the Flap (and…oh yes. The oneflapdown77.com will be bigger and better then Montavani by then..all us regulars will be just tidy little icons…remembered but semi-forgotten little pixels that the newbies will treat with respect but semi…disdain) we’ll be discussing Matt Williams.
I think I just made myself depressed.
HEY!!
I voted for Madlocknessmonster. Checked in. Nada. So I voted for Madmaniac again. Checked in. Nada. So again, voted for Madlockyinlove again. Thrice. And when I look at the poll results?…nada!!!
The fix is in
Maybe you’re bouncing your vote. Flip it over to the SS and let him throw it in.
Just won’t let it go, will you xoot (gay ass smiley face)?
no, ted (real gay-ass smiley face)
Just went on the Splash for a moment. Apparently, that soph thing has been…exposed… so to speak.
Riveting
God I love the Flap
oneflapdown77.com
What’s the summary of “soph gate”? I’m not going over there. I changed my vote to madlock
Soph was exposed as some guy named Powell…or something. Exposed itself by replying under the wrong what the fuck computer thingie what he had 7 or 8 going. Was asked a question to 1 motherfucker…answered by the wrong motherfucker.
Crazy fuck yogi. Who spouts so much bogus religion, if htere is a heaven or hell..will burn for all eternity. Just for being a complete asshole.
Hate the Splash
Love:
oneflapdown77.com
Except the dude used the name Kenny Powers who is a fictional baseball pitcher on HBO. He went 3-10 with 30 saves for the 04 Giants. Fuck him, fuck soph (with someone elses dick).
You gotta link Ted?
No. Or not sure what you mean. But it never made a difference before.
I had to go with The Ripper. 1978 was one helluva year for him, the team and probably my favorite growing up. Must of went to my most games in a single year – ever – that season. I was at a very impressionable age (12) so I remember wanting to grow out my hair so it would flip out the back of my Giants cap just like Clark’s. That didn’t go over too well at home.
As mentioned before, Jack wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. He was the first player that I can recall to overuse the phrase “you know” all the damn time. Every interview was, “Well, you know. He was throwing hard you know. The ball looked good you know. I felt like I got good wood on it you know. So I’m thinking double all the way you know. You know I was running hard. You know I tried to slide. But you know? I kind of got a cleat stuck you know. You know I still thought I made it. But, you know, the ump didn’t think so you know.”
But even still The Ripper was my favorite and got my vote. Why? You know why.
Clark: The Massive Unibrow. Evans: Rarely struck out; worked a count. Davis: Maysian OF plays. Madlock: couldn’t stand him. All he did was bitch about the ‘Stick. Got his autograph in the Pittsburgh locker room, though. (Was he fully clothed or not? Can’t recall. Glad of that.)
Ripper.
Can still picture how fearsome he looked at the plate. Later on Sheffield used to remind me of that.
In 85 playoffs I was in a bad car wreck. Head on on highway by sears point raceway. 1/4 mile ahead or back and I bounce into the bay..
In hospital. Clark hits homer and i am screaming with joy. Nurses run in thinking I’m dying.. Boy were they pissed. Mom was laughing though. Apparently I was gonna make it.
Have to go with Chili.Hell i think he was the first player that i remembered who even broke his bat in half over his knee. He was even more of a hard ass then The Ripper.I remember watching on TV a collision at the plate between Chili and Mike Scioscia back in 1986.It was like 2 runaway freight trains colliding.This is what Scioscia said about that play later:
“The one collision that absolutely I got hit harder then anybody else was Chili Davis in 1986 when he was with the Giants.Chili plays hard; he’s 6’3 looks like Apollo Creed,got a nice lean.I saw stars.That was the hardest I’ve been hit,including my years of playing football.It was a heck of a collision.He was out that time.We were both out.”
I went with Clark. Key word for me was most “memorable.” Like most of you, I had my ups and downs with him, and toward the end I was all for getting rid of him, but for a few years there it felt like he was on the only offensive weapon we had. I remember he came up with a guy named Gary Alexander. My brother and I thought they were both going to be studs, but Alexander never made it.
Jack had a cool stance and I loved the way he twisted his back ankle to trigger his swing. I had a Jack Clark T-shirt with an image of him on the front. It was a “no nukes” fundraiser of some sort that I ordered out of the back of The Sporting News. I used to love ordering shit out of the back of TSN. I remember catching some flak for that T-shirt in the dorms at SLO.
Evans was pretty solid, but I always held it against him that we traded my boy Willie Montanez to get him.
Madlock seemed like he wasn’t on the team that long. I remember my dad telling me they traded Madlock to the Pirates for some guys he’d never heard of. My dad never followed sports that closely and it was rare for him to ever find out something before me, so I always remember that.
Chili was a close second for me. He never became the star with the Giants I’d hoped he’d be, but he was solid and came along at a time when we were hurting for anyone young who could play.
That reminds me that in the 70’s The Sporting News used to have these occasional coupons where you could mail in for a free sample of chewing tobacco! You would just check off whether you wanted Skoal, Happy Days, or Copenhagen and mail it in. A couple of weeks later a package with a full can of one of those would arrive. I was like 11 or 12 and my friends and I would be screwing around with that stuff at the park—and we didn’t even have to buy it—they mailed it straight to my freaking house!!!!
That was a different era to be sure.
Went with Chili. Always like the dude. He raked. Plus he signed one of his bats for my once at the stick.
The wife was lucky we had a girl otherwise Chili was the name.
La Flama Blanca kills it on Eastbound and Down.
Chili Dirt..has a nice ring to it.
One more thought on Evans. Always remember the look of pure joy on his face as he ran onto the field when Detroit won the series in 84. I knew the Giants would have that look one day. Saddest part of 2002 was thinking my dad was not going to see that look…:)
Hey speaking of Jack Clark…His Birthday was yesterday! Happy 55th Ripper!
Just broke down and checked out the splash— looks like all the good stuff got deleted. That entire blog has turned into nothing more than soph posts/retorts from others/accusations/re-affirmations of false identity. I’m just glad i was wrong about soph being nipper. All the rest of that shit doesn’t interest me in the least (though I liked it better when I thought soph was nipper 🙂 )
How are you sure you’re wrong about soph being nipper? It’s still quite possible. And probable
Sorry Ted but in reality you’re a very misinformed man with a love for locker room language. You can do better as we all can do. As for Soph, although I never wrote its stuff it keeps people interested. It’s phony as a three dollar bill. The language used by Soph and the thinking in each post reveals itself all too well.
I kept thinking it was Schulman, so I was glad to find this under his personal blog “San Francisco Ball Scribe” it was posted in April under the topic Internet Monsters.
“As I said, I rarely read comments anymore and I never let them bother me. But I checked in on the crowd who regularly read my Splash blog on the Gate (thanks for your loyalty, guys), and one statement did bug me. It came from a regular poster who professes to be a college student back east. When another poster joked that she was starting to sound like me, she responded, “I am a female Henry! Subtract 40 years though!”
Hey now, dearie, I’m not that old. If I were, I’d log into the comments section under the screen name baseball_Adonis and tell myself to get my ancient ass out of the press box and let somebody who actually can chew hard food take a crack at covering the Giants. “
That soph shit is pretty funny. I wonder how many of those splash posters lurk over here and don’t post. Lots of references to the flap.
From Jimmy Kimmel,on what it meant to San Francisco to see the Giants win a World Series:
“To celebrate, Giant fans had a riot back home in San Francisco.They overturned Priuses.They were throwing bottles of biodynamically farmed zinfandel,building huge clean-burning bonfires out of old ‘Design within Reach’ catalogs.It was a mess.There hasn’t been a riot like this in San Francisco since HBO announced ‘Sex and the City’ was going off the air.”
In the Castro, nice young men asked permission to rock the cars…
Ted. You’re right, WTF do I know tho?
My mind wanders a bit. Right now I’m thinking next year at the ball park they’ll be serving up, Ripper Doody Chili Dogs in honor of this poll.
There are a few good posters on the Splash. The good thing about it: It’s an open public forum with a big public link on sfgate; the bad thing about it, it’s [you know]. sophgate was just a temporary diversion. One woman who posts on the Splash wrote some short, interesting things about the PS games she went to. Otherwise, when the baseball posters b.s. about rosters and LUs, well, it’s not all that different.
ted—- I made you POTD because I never really noticed how stupid Clark was with that cork until you mentioned it. He just kept fiddling with it. Hilarious. And you can tell he’s giving it more of his attention than most normal IQ’d adults would have put forth. And that voice. “Will the Shrill” is more like it……
Yeah, thanks Flavor. I never noticed before myself until last night.
It reminded me as well that Will Clark’s also an avid hunter. You can just imagine him, out in the woods with Ted Nugent, getting distracted by a squirrel:
Clark: (BLAM)!!!!!!!!!!
Nugent: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, NEUSCH!!
McCann wins the Silver Slugger award for Cs. Bs. See, that’s the trouble with cliques and closed clubs . . . . 😉
NL Cs, of course.
There’s a park near my house that is situated well below the homes in the area on two sides. There is a big slope of ice plant that climbs about 75 yards up to the backyards of the homes. I take my dog there to play fetch and I bring along 6 or 7 tennis balls and a pinata bat that I bought in Mazatlan in the 80’s. I stand at one end of the park and attempt to hit the tennis balls on the fly onto the base of one of the iceplant slopes. It’s a pretty good poke to land it on that bank—maybe 250 feet—and you have to swing hard and hit it dead solid using this pinata bat, which is comparable to a wooden whiffle bat.
I was just down there and I found a golf ball on the grass. I knew it was a stupid thing to do, but I couldn’t resist taking a rip at it. I told myself I would take an easy swing, and in the odd chance that I hit it solid and got it in the air, it would land somewhere on that big iceplant slope. Well… kind of like in golf when you ease your swing up a bit because your between clubs or trying to stay under a tree branch and then you end up hitting it 100% pure BECAUSE you eased up a bit and the ball flies well over the green or right into that tree branch—-the same rule applied here. The golf ball absolutely rocketed skyward off the bat and I immediately felt like Carlton Fisk wishing for it to stay “fair” while it hung in the air for what seemed like 15 seconds. Alas, it was not meant to be and I heard a loud thwack! up on the houseline. I waited to see if someone was going to come out or start yelling down to the park, but nothing happened. After a little while, I headed for my car. As I got out to the parking lot I saw a guy stomping down the sidewalk who was obviously the home owner. He asked me if I knew anything about his house getting hit by a golf ball, and I told him what happened and apologized. He was actually pretty cool about it—though he said it has happened before with guys actually using golf clubs. The ball had hit his spanish tile roof, but he hadn’t checked it out yet for damage. I gave him my number and told him to call me if I had broken any tiles.
Not sure why posted this story, but what the hell—it’s the off season now and at least it’s a bit more topical than Stix and Twin and I discussing mashed potato recipes or the relevance of celery.
Besides, something tells me many of you can relate to the childlike enjoyment I get at age 45 out of trying to go yard with tennis balls and an old pinata bat.
wonderful vignette or short story or slice of life a la Chekhov
so how far did you clear the ice plant by?
Well… there’s like a drainage ditch, then the backyard, and then the house. So maybe 10-15 yards past the top of the ice plant.
nice shot, YH…… If that guy makes you pay for a tile he’s FOS. You break tile by walking on them, not hitting them with a dying golf ball. You’re a good man though, Diggity, to give that guy your contact info…….
I’m sitting here at my buddy’s bar playing some poker before heading home and just noticing how dead this place is. Not DEAD-DEAD, there’s a group of drunk nurses next to me and some regulars at the bar….. But I miss the electricity of our post season. Every table packed with patrons wearing fake beards and Timmy jerseys, beers and wings flowing freely, screams erupting as if from nowhere (at least it would seem that way if you were just a random person walking by the bar). Alas, it’s all over. Nighttime is falling way way too quickly, the temps are dropping, nothing but the lame countdown to your right to casually monitor; at least it gets into the 30’s or so. Kind of a bummer feeling, actually.
mmmmmmm. Drunk nurses
good story, like the Pinata HR, but more darker…and drunken nurses
You’d dig this pinata bat if you saw it, Flav. It’s painted and has carvings in it. Mattie (my oldest) found it a while back in ex-wife #1’s garage and excitedly brought it over one day.
You and I would have an epic home run derby contest with that thing.
You’re bummed that the buzz of the WS is over. I’m a little bummed I didn’t get to experience it at all.
“Ripper Doody Chili Dogs”
I wouldn’t want to be sitting near some dude at the ballgame who ate one of those.
Ha ha ha. Fortunately, they only serve those in Arlington
Ted: Half of them were fat so it was a fairly easy group to ignore. They were a bunch of drunk beatches though. One of them announced to the group the following statement (I’m not making this up): “I’ve re-named my vagina. I’m now calling it The Salt Oven”– the table exploded in laughter……
Diggity: I’m not sure how many people you know who don’t like the Giants and who throw that “Never won a championship” bullshit in your face. Well, I know a lot of them. And as I sit her by myself, still pissed off at the fuck who rivered me with a boat to ruin my flopped straight, felting me in the process, I take great pride in the fact that the streak is over, we did it.It’s been done. We won. And OUR TEAM, who every mother fucker on the planet mocked, is now looking down on each and every one of their dumb asses and saying “Bow down bitches”. I fucking love the basking. There’s no end to it…….
The Salt Oven???
Oh man. I don’t even *want* to know
Two of my closest friends are hard-core, hate-the-Giants, Dodger fans. Yes, I’ve had the “Your team has never won it all” card shoved in my face many times over the years, and I can’t believe how good it feels to rip that card up once and for all.
I often think back to the 70’s when I was a kid and it seemed like the Dodgers had it over us in every way—better players, better stadium, better announcer, more success, more money to spend, more fans, more guest spots on the The Brady Bunch, more prestige. In the last 20 years so much of that has flipped over to our side. Winning the WS was the final cherry on top.
The fucking cool thing about the Flap is bonding with so many others who have endured all the same shit I have with this team and resisted the temptation to jump on some other team’s bandwagon over the years.
Yes, there is some seriously enjoyable basking going on right now…
Fuck the BRADY BUNCH. Willie Mays was on BEWITCHED!!!
Lots of great posts today, I’m enjoying them. Havng trouble posting myself, so this works fine.
San Dog, no doubt about it man. Ain’t no fair weather bandwagoners up in here.
Bask in the glory. Drink it like a hoppy IPA.
Ahhhh, glorious victory.
With apologies to The Lizard King…
“Let me sleep all night in your salt oven, warm my mind near your gentle stove. Turn me out and I’ll wander baby, stumblin’ in the neon groves.”
I’m basking in the Giants victory but I don’t have anyone to IN YOUR FACE to. Everyone I know is either a Giants fan, a recent convert (yeah, you, mom) or indifferent. Exccept my aunt, who’s a Twins fan. But that’s different.
And it’s sad, it’s the indifferent ones at work that bothered me the most during the final months. Not that I have any issues with them as individuals. That’s their business and whatever. But at my last job, there were 4 or 5 fanatics in my department. Our manager was in Pasadena so there was nobody to stop us from watching/listening to day games. And we talked Giants baseball all day long. For dull corporate reasons I won’t bother going in to, starting around July we’ve all had to go our seperate ways. In fact, they relocated the entire dept to Alhambra in September. A virtual layoff if one didn’t want to relocate. So for 4 months, I only had 2 folks at my new job who had any interest whatsoever. It was kind of sad. But at least the company’s president let me and the other two go to the victory parade so, like I said, they’re not mean. Just indifferent.
I’ll tell, if I hadn’t had the Flap to read and post on these last few months, it would have been some lonely days leading up to the World Series.
My thanks to all you guys
Diggity Dawg— that’s poetic. I’m so sad that Loo, apparently violating some dumbass parole violation, can’t enjoy that with a POTD beauty of a retort…..
and if Denny is around, I didn’t say “that’s poetic”…..I said “dats poetic” and if you watch Let it Ride enough times, that’s what it sounds like she says……
“(That’s) pert. If you like pert.”
POTD!
Ted— I swear to God, posts like that are the reason I kept this place going last Summer. I had my finger on the “delete site” button and I just couldn’t pull the trigger. I was burnt on it, tired of slapping threads and pics, potd’s and polls up there. Probably regular life shit had me in an “implode” mood, too. I was sick of the emails and the bitching at me for shit I had nothing to do with. Just….everything. Anyway, I tried to give the blog to someone and they couldn’t take it on. My friends told me to just *let it ride* like a rudderless ship. I couldn’t do that either. I didn’t want to let down the fans who come here to share the love of being a Giants fan in a way they couldn’t otherwise do it. So, that’s why the blog kept going. And that’s also the reason why I will always believe we won the World Series. Hey, that’s just me. You guys believe what you want……..
and we are indebted, with gratitude, Magnus
The Hotel Flap is a mystical force. I don’t think you can ever shut this thing down. You can check out anytime you like Flav, but you can never leave.
Poetry… much has been made of baseball and verse. Scully made a career exploiting ( nicely, mostly) the ambience of the game, we’ve all heard or read how “It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart….”
But a quote from Giamatti’s son struck me as much as any, and it says so much of why we post here and why we cheer and and why we love the game that has really been left behind for many: “This is the last pure place where Americans dream.”
It’s true, Twin. A lot of you guys have met me, I’m a fairly normal person, I exist and partake in society like many of you. Baseball is the one thing that keeps balance in my life. I am really bad at sleeping. Not going to sleep, STAYING asleep. I’m king of the “2am wake up call” to worry about bills or work or whatever; it could even be some dumb girl twice her size bullying my daughter on the playground–this is the shit that keeps me up….baseball is always the thing that allows me to go to sleep. I drift off thinking about it. Fantasy stats, last night’s game, the box score, Jack fucking Clark, Phil Nasty Nastu, twinfan, Soph, The Flap….all of this is the reason that I am allowed to sleep. I’m dead fucking serious……….
How can one not love something that makes you happy every 56 years?
😉
G’night all.
Youse guys are the best.
Sorry…still basking in the fact that…………………….
Fill in the blanks. And it better be
MOTHERFUCKING SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS!!!!
oh…I am remiss (as Harry Carey used to say)
MOTHERFUCKING SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS!!!! WORLD CHAMPIONS!!!
And as John Lennon said…imagine, it’s easy if you try
It’s funny. I wrote earlier about ex-coworkers. And I *literally* talked with 3 this evening. One of the reasons I haven’t bored you all for the last few hours.
Mr. Flavor
It’s funny.
These folks (girls, all. Ages between 28 and 31) know about oneflapdown77.com. But they’re afraid to post here.
Fans all. But because they can’t name the 3rd baseman from the 1967 Houston Astros (gay smiley face)….they’re afraid they’d be made fun of.
So
Flavor, your fan base is huge!!!
But it’s just the usual gang of idiots that post here.
And as much as I love Loo….
can’t he stay out of trouble for just..I don’t know…4 months???
Goodnight gentlemen, question mark