Holding my Breath Driving Down 101
I had to pick someone up at the airport in San Jose yesterday evening so I caught the last inning in the car. It was unfolding towards a perfect storm of torture. You could just feel a loss coming. And then somehow, Affeldt gets that last K and I couldn’t stop myself from reactively banging on my horn a few times–this practiced is frowned upon in stop-and-go traffic on the freeway so you can imagine the ire stoked in the driver in front of me–I fired off a “my-bad look” followed up with a few solid *knowing dude nods*. He gave me a fuck-you look and a “what-the-hell?” throw-both-hands-in-the-air. Changing lanes fixed that problem…….
I am worried about Brian Wilson’s elbow and that would be an injury that would absolutely dampen my enthusiasm about the rest of the season. NO ONE visits Dr. Andrews and comes back with good news (despite the diagnosis of inflammation), He’s the Dr. Kevorkian of Baseball. Wilson has barely pitched the last couple of weeks. Now he has an inflamed elbow? Ominous……
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The pernt is not about playing for one run but the idiotic notion that bunting is the only way to do that. As I’ve patiently counseled, the first effort is advancing the runner by hitting to the right side- you may end up giving up an out but you are not conceding it..
BTW, can we presume Snark is now saying the Giants aren’t winning the West or is he just going to bitch like they won’t and then claim he “knew it all along” when they do?
Geysers?
Loo went to a small school
I could have made a small bus joke but I like Loo too much
Good evening, Paul. Always a pleasure-and now goodnight.
And good night to all Flappers. Now it’s lunchtime for me. One word: August. Similar to “Plastics.” The team still has September to sort it out, and I do believe they will. Peace out….