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Posted in Uncategorized by Flavor on August 19, 2014

With gall bladders on short supply for Flappers across the nation, the Giants begin a critical series in Chicago. This is an opportunity to keep momentum going and take advantage of another bad team. 

Having never been to Wrigley, I will re-post Pawlie’s epic tale about a trip he took to Chicago in the late 70’s. Enjoy.


pawliekokonuts said, on August 18, 2014 at 12:12 pm (Edit)

Never been to Chicago? Here’s a redacted [to protect the guilty] morsel from my book-in-progress of my first visit there. Feeling positively chirpy today because I’m sending the MS to my friend Dan Valenti, author and editor. I have been ensnarled on this project. It is devolving. I need his help. I feel free just printing all 200+ pages. So, here’s a worldwide Flap exclusive sneak preview for an off-day:

“Midnight (And Later) Run

Alcohol is a strange fuel, and an even stranger GPS.
“Let’s go to Wrigley Field.”
“Okay. Why not? Let’s go.”
Who cares if it’s the middle of a booze-sodden night in a bar in Dayton, Ohio? Who cares whether the Cubs are even in town? What does it matter whether we have money, tickets, hotel, or brains? Worst of all, who are we to let a nearly catastrophic mishap hold us back? (More on that in a bit.) We are young and invincible. And we are baseball fans.
We in this case are your author, his brother just graduated from the University of Dayton, and his brother’s Jersey friend, Steve. We did at least have a car, my (and my wife’s) little green Subaru, in 1978, when most Americans barely knew how to pronounce the automaker’s name.
Earlier in the evening, a celebratory and under-the-influence Jersey Boy had commandeered some of Dayton’s municipal signage to play drunken warrior with. He uprooted a street sign and made believe it was a lance, maybe a javelin. Boys will be boys. When you are young and drunk, this strikes you as hilarious if for no other reason than that it’s outrageousness. Plus, he looked like a young Elvis Presley, so that made it more incongruous. Worst of all, in the post-graduation romp, my brother mistook a cellar door for another door and hurled himself down a flight of stairs to the basement, cutting his head and probably suffering a concussion. To this day, I regret I did not insist on a visit to the hospital, yielding to his resistance. The nasty injury was not enough to wave off a middle-of-the-night barroom plan to head off to Chicago to watch baseball the next day.
Jersey needed money. On second thought, I’m sure we all needed money, but I was content to live on plastic and borrowed time, as suited the nature of my life then.
“Wait here,” Jersey Boy instructed us as we sat in a parking lot near an all-night eatery and near Jersey’s place of employment, a Hess gas station.
“I’ll get some money. I have the keys.”
Great. So, now I’m an accomplice, a driver in a getaway car. Perfect.
After too many minutes – was it five? ten? fifteen? – we see Nolfi come running in the night, laughing and frantic. He jumps into the car.
“Hurry. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No, the cops came, but I told them I had the keys and needed to get this jacket. Come on, let’s go.”
How did we find the highway? Did we have a map? Did it matter? Our adventure was now both funny and dangerous. Onward to Wrigley Field! None of us had ever been to Chicago, except for a layover at O’Hare, which could have been anywhere.
The humor began to wear off in Indiana as not-yet burgeoning cornfields and silos sailed past us in the May night. It was no longer a novelty, and we were not in manic phase of inebriation anymore. But let’s be honest. We had a few six packs accompanying us, despite the danger, the foolishness, the recklessness, and collective self-will run riot. We had an inanimate companion on the journey, The Sporting News’s latest edition of The Complete Baseball Record Book. It helped to keep us awake. It was a fantastic conversation aide. Maybe it saved our lives by keeping us alert enough to drive.
Catching the first hints of dawn somewhere in Indiana, as I was pretzeled in the back seat of the two-door, my sane self shouted: what the fuck have we done and why? We’re going to a game in Wrigley Field? The one in Chicago? Today? This afternoon? Are you shitting me?
Gary, Indiana, looked smokey and menacingly industrial, wrought of iron and hard work. Odd that such a machinery-ish and metallic place would have the name “Gary,” but it did and it does. (It reminded me of my life-long friend Gary Velez, a baseball fan who was with us in spirit., but back in stamford corporeally.) As we entered its environs, the Windy City lived up to its name, rocking the car with gusts as we came down the Loop.
So this is Chicago.
Here we are.
Is the wind blowing out or in?
I think it’s in.
No, maybe out.
What the fuck do you know?
The intellectual conversation of hung over, actually still drunk, white boys in their twenties.
We took to singing Sinatra over and over. “CHIC cah go, my kind of town.”
We found a motel, in downtown, not far from the elevated train. It offered a scenic panorama from the window on the ground-floor room. A beautful view of . . . a Dumpster. It was in the morning. We took a nap. How did we sleep? Three to a bed? Two beds and a cot? You might wonder how we checked in before noon without paying for two nights. Let’s merely note that we discovered later our half-star motel seemed to feature hourly rates for select clientele.
The train to Wrigley was abuzz with fans parading to the afternoon game. (This was ten years before the Cubs surrendered to Modern Life and put in lights.) We walked around the hallowed grounds of Wrigley, busy and loud with fans. I had not yet developed my habit of buttonholing fans wearing Giants gear in strange cities. If I did, I don’t remember any incidents from this voyage. We were hungry. We entered Ray’s Bleacher Bums restaurant. I would have to classify this as my first sports bar. There were no franchise sports bars in every American city in 1978. The place was like spring break in Daytona Beach (I guess). A loud, raucous carnival atmosphere rocked the joint. We may have eaten a hamburger. More likely, we just resumed our drinking. It was easy to meet other partying drunks. Babes, lots of babes. (Isn’t everyone a babe when you are drunk?) We had a camera. We took pictures of the three of us in alternating poses with party-animal ladies. Tourists outside the gates of baseball’s Mecca, partaking of the fleshpots. Nothing “happened” at Ray’s. No indictment-worthy infidelities, beyond those of the will. But the capturing of photographic evidence of our antics was not smart. Less smart was my propensity to share these images with my wife, in my allegedly more sober moments, weeks later, not having fished out the accusing photos. Worse yet was sharing these with family and friends weeks later.
“Look at these pictures from our trip to Wrigley Field!”
And then for me to wonder at the awkward response of those viewing this booklet of developed carnage.
I was married nearly a year at the time. This is not the sort of bedrock on which to build marriage number one.
The grounds around the stadium and within looked worn and littered and dingy. These were harder times for baseball. Then again, maybe it was merely the fact that we were dingy and littered with the detritus of a night’s drive from Dayton.
We sat in the bleachers, either by choice or necessity.
The bleachers did not disappoint as a venue of unique perspectives and atmosphere. One regular bleacher bum roamed his kingdom, standing on the wall, juggling, and chanting like a shaman. He repeatedly yelled out the name of the Cubs’ (and later the Giants’) second baseman, Manny Trillo: “Tree oooh. Hoooooh. Treeee ooooh. Hooooooooh. Tree ooooh. Hooooooooh. Tree oooooh. Hoooooooh.” This was a few years after outfielder Rick Monday, then with the Cubs, famously rescued an American flag from being burned by protesters on the field during a game at Dodger Stadium. Monday was now with the visiting Dodgers. (Monday reportedly still owns the flag he rescued.) Our juggling high priest of the bleachers added to the canon of his litany “Hey Monday hey Monday hey Monday hey Monday hey Monday hey Monday” in staccato fashion.
All right.
But all was not holy, by a long stretch, in the bleachers of the Friendly Confines on that afternoon. It was wickedly cold in early May. There was sleet or snow mixed in with cold rain. It was teeth-chatteringly cold, with or without Jersey’s Hess jacket. Not having planned this trip in the least, brother and I were lucky to be wearing sweaters, never mind winter coats and gloves. Some of our fellow bleacher denizens sported t-shirts or no shirts. That’s what you did. Although we were on a drunken binge, I have a distinct memory of succumbing to reason and buying a cup of coffee, just to keep the hands warm. (I wasn’t a coffee drinker then; strictly tea when not imbibing alcohol.)
Tell me again: why were we doing this?”


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  1. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:13 am

    I read this again . . . Even more hilarious on the 2nd go-a-round. This is reminiscent of me and some Air National Guard buddies (I joined after I got out of the Air Force, while working as a fire fighter in Mountain View) during our “summer camp” two-week stint in Minneapolis/St. Paul. We actually “stole” an Air National Guard bus and went to numerous bars in both Twin cities . . . At one point, we had 4-5 women on the bus, including a few stewardesses, that we had picked up while bar hopping. Amazing we didn’t get popped for DUI . . . or worse, stealing government equipment (bus). Anywho, this was our “Stripes” experience.

    Umm, did I ever tell you about what we did in Seattle? lqtm.

    • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:54 am

      Makes me look like a choir boy. But of course it explains why “some of us” refrain from certain substances These Days. Speaking of “These Days,” I saw California-boy Jackson Browne last week. Man, what a pure and singular delight. I’ve been playing his acoustic solo CDs while driving. Reliving the concert. One of the best. And for $5 I bought guitar pics made right in front of me from what they say was a hotel room key card. This amazed me. Then a kid in her twenties told me a day or two later that’s been going on for years.

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:17 am

        28 years on the 26th Pawlie. Yeah, some fun times, but also a lot of bad times too . . . Glad I am where I’m at. Who’d of thunk it?

      • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:18 am

        Just so I don’t forget, Steve: congratulations, in advance. Well done, sir.

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:09 pm

        Per your email, you too! 🙂

  2. willedav said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:30 am

    “wind blowing out or in”…great line, reminds me of Dylan from subterranean homesick blues:
    “don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows”

    • Flavor said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:50 am

      and for the record, it’s blowing out today. Could be high scoring, especially considering we’ve got a few guys who kill lefties.

    • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 10:39 am

      which is how the Weathermen radical group got its name, the SDS, right?

  3. Chipower9 said, on August 19, 2014 at 11:18 am

    Congrats on getting out of the hospital, Tom. Wishing you a full and speedy recovery. And Wilco, hope that you are fully on the mend, too. WTF is all this gall bladder business going on in Flap Nation…

    Yep…three game set with America’s loveable losers…The Cubbies. As Craig said, time to keep the momentum going. Vogey goes for win number 8, and the chance to move to .500. Peavy and Big Country round out the series for the Giants. One day at a time. Just win. And, Go Friars!

  4. willedav said, on August 19, 2014 at 12:36 pm

    One summer when
    I was investigating where I wanted to go to college, I flew through O’Hare and checked out Aurora college outside of Chicago. Way too far out in the boonies for me and anyway I would have been completely unprepared for winter back there.

    But, trivia question: what former GS Warrior (hint small forward) played at Aurora College?

  5. unca_chuck said, on August 19, 2014 at 12:52 pm

    Bernard King? I didn’t look but I will now . . .

    • willedav said, on August 19, 2014 at 12:59 pm

      Nah, Tennessee with Ernie Gruenfeld, Bernie and Ernie show.
      Cool player tho. one of my faves to watch in GS uni. What a blur in open court.

  6. zumiee said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:02 pm

    Don Pardo, the MC of Saturday Night Live, with that very distinctive voice, passed away at age 96.
    Maybe it’s finally time for SNL to pack it in. They’ve had a couple of mediocre seasons in a row, with one of the weakest casts that they’ve ever had. The show had a good run, about 40 years. But there are so many satirical comedy sketch shows on TV these days, that SNL, in comparison, just seems played out and uninspired.

    • zumiee said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:06 pm

      Plus their choices for musical guests have gotten pretty bad over the last several years. The show used to be known as a chance to see some cool music, but that’s a bygone time.

  7. unca_chuck said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:18 pm

    No kidding. Pardo was there from the start, wasn’t he? A true marvel . . .

    All they have to do is find the funny people. It wasn’t that long ago it was really good.

  8. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:24 pm

    With a nod to Stickman (Carstie), my favorite player on the Giants is Joe Panik. I haven’t been as vocal as Stick about this kid, but yeah, I love what he has done since coming up to the big club. Same feeling I had when Chris Speier came on the scene in 1971 (albeit, he really made an impression one year later). Don’t get me wrong, I like the other “home grown” players we have, but I’ve always been partial to infielders (likely because I played infield in HS and little league). I’m also hoping that Duffy has what it takes to stay with the club. His story is even more amazing, i.e., not a phenom 1st round pick, but the kid makes up for that with his 100% effort 24/7.

    • DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:40 pm

      Duffy’s got a real game face, too.
      So did Cody Ransom…

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 1:56 pm

        Loo, I liked Cody too. Not certain, but I think he is still playing in Japan. By the by, have you ever seen his WTF box jump? Unbelievable . . . Check it out:

    • stickman said, on August 19, 2014 at 3:32 pm

      Blade: Thanx for the nod. Panik strikes me as the kinda cool character who doesn’t let either the bright lights/big crowds or ace pitchers get him off his game plan. Very professional attitude at what, not quite 24. Your comparison is Speier and mine is Robby Thompson ~ both valid i’m sure. He’s looking more and more like the longterm solution at 2B and if Lady Luck does not desert him, appears to have the kinda body which could make for a long career.

      Duffy strikes me like one of those hidden gems that teams turn up once in a while in lower draft picks. Glad this kid is a Giant. Even though Crawford is a sparkler at SS and has become a good RBI man at the bottom of the order, a good enough offer for him might get us a new, regular SS. My feeling, though, is that it may be near the Deadline in ’15 when Duffy teams up with Panik for the inner infield combo.

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 3:49 pm

        Yeah, I met Speier after one of his 1st games as a Giant. Very nice person. When Stoneham sold off/traded all the HOF players, Speier was essentially my lone hero . . . Then he was gone too. 1977 or 78 I think. Sigh. Actually, in many ways, I sort of stopped following the Giants after 1975 (joined the military and was in Europe), except for the Stars and Stripes newspaper, which only had box scores. In short, the music figuratively stopped for the Giants in most of the 70s years.

  9. DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 2:12 pm

    Nope, never saw that, Blade. Pretty impressive. Cody’s a bad memory for Giant fans because of one crucial play, but he wound up having a pretty long career for a scrub – even developed a little power stroke somehow along the way. And he never smiled during a game. Jints also had an obscure catcher named Jeff Ransom in the early 80’s…

  10. Chipower9 said, on August 19, 2014 at 2:42 pm

    According to Alex P, Panik in the cage hitting with a light wrap on his finger. He said he is feeling good and hopes to play tomorrow. That is excellent news.

    Pagan CF
    Pence RF
    Posey C
    Sandoval 3B
    Morse LF
    Duvall 1B
    Arias 2B
    Crawford SS
    Vogelsong RHP

    • stickman said, on August 19, 2014 at 3:34 pm

      Another start for Duvall. Wrigley. Could be an interesting matchup. Scouts may be watching, particularly AL clubs looking for an L.P. at D.H.

  11. San Dawg said, on August 19, 2014 at 3:29 pm

    Charles Dudley? aka The Grasshopper

    • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 3:38 pm

      Best. Dubs. 6th. Man. Ever. IMO.

      Loved watching him during the Dubs Championship season. Dude had a motor that wouldn’t quit.

  12. San Dawg said, on August 19, 2014 at 3:34 pm

    Had to look it up…..Mickey Johnson? I remember him, but didn’t remember him being a lightning fast guy. More of a poor man’s Alex English. I remember him playing against GSW on the Bulls. Forgot he ended up on the Warriors himself. (Never miss a chance to force an Alex English reference)

    • willedav said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:23 pm

      Yes. Place where he played that I visited is out in the sticks, hour long bus ride from O’Hare, way too rural for me. I stayed closer to home at DeAnza JC in Cupertino and then San Jose st.

  13. Bozo said, on August 19, 2014 at 4:25 pm

    Between work and the band I was in, spent a fair amount of time and always had a great time in Chitown. For work I’d stay mainly at the Omni but also the W, great times. For the band, bulletproof glass while checking in, also really great times. Would have moved there at one point except for the winters. Went to a double dip at Wrigley, Cubs and Dodgers, thought I was in because I would be rooting against LA, asked a buddy about who was pitching for the Cubs and got the ol’ stank eye from the row in front. It was April and the wind was coming off the lake big time (the Ernie Banks flag was pointed right at me). People had on Bears parkas, me a light raincoat, still ordered a couple of 16oz, Old Styles in the stands to go with my Chicago dog. Was happy to find out the bathrooms had heaters, was happier to go across the street to a bar for the second game. Have also spent some time on the South side but never went to a Sox game. Winter there is a big no for me, otherwise great drinking town and having a bunch of friends there, makes it a big yes during the rest of the seasons..

  14. unca_chuck said, on August 19, 2014 at 4:29 pm

    In the No-shit,-really? department, The crack Giants medical staff has diagnosed Sanchez with another concussion and has been shelved for the year. Hopefully, he isn’t perma-fucked.

    • Flavor said, on August 19, 2014 at 4:46 pm

      Why are the Giants and Sanchez the ONLY people on the planet that think this guy should still be catching? Shit, he can’t even take a foul tip to his mask anymore without hitting the DL. Um, that’s kind of an important thing to be able to do seeing as how he’s a catcher.
      Time for him to retire or learn how to play first base…..

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 5:42 pm

        Flavor, am I mistaken or has Fan Duel added another “tier” of money on the $2 tournaments, where you can be in the money if you place 401st-1801st? Seems that they separated the $6 winnings into another category ($5). Take a look . . .

      • Flavor said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:31 pm

        I don’t know about another tier. I’m usually just looking at the top 10 pay outs. 🙂

    • snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 6:19 pm

      I’ve been beating the drum for some time of the Giants medical staff being quacked, some of it in seriousness, but this thing with Hector does have me seriously fuming. There is no way that kid should have been catching again this year, yet there he was in Fresburg catching Sat night, and caught yet another foul tip off the mask. They may be able to say they followed baseball concussion protocol, but who’s to say that’s the best protocol in any particular situation for any particular player. His history of head shots and concussion symptoms/complaints in the recent past should IMO, have directed his move to the non-catching part of the roster for the remainder of this year. Would they have played Posey behind the plate so soon/often after that kind of history? Hell no. So there Hector was not too long after his last head shot, catching again. Now, he may never catch again, and maybe shouldn’t. Whether he can play any other position is debatable, though I think he can play a serviceable 1b…

      • Bozo said, on August 19, 2014 at 6:51 pm

        Not sure about the Sanchez situation, or the tests done for concussions. The thing I think that gets left out of the medical staff being quacks equation, is the players input. Are the concussion tests so lame that an informed player can get around them? I think the NFL cracked down on players like Steve Young trying to beat the tests after losing a few player lawsuits. Now, if we’re talking about injuries that involve surgery, I think the player does have a say before someone sticks a knife in him. Look at the Matt Cain thing, if rest was causing those chips to calm down would you have them cut out? I know I’d opt for rest as long as I could before going under the knife.
        But back to Hector, was it the team’s plan to use him as a crash test dummy, or did he miss being with the big club and knew the right words to say to go out and get whacked in the head again?

      • snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:53 pm

        Doctors are supposed to be smart enough to see through a player’s pretense when it comes to concussions…

  15. unca_chuck said, on August 19, 2014 at 4:34 pm

    I followed the Dubs pretty closely back then, and I don’t remember him on the Dubs. George and Charles, yes, but Mickey Johnson?

    • SanDawg said, on August 19, 2014 at 6:42 pm

      Mickey was several years later….not a part of those 70’s teams. Mid-late 80’s maybe.

    • Macdog said, on August 19, 2014 at 6:53 pm

      I couldn’t believe when the ’83 Nets, in the midst of their best NBA season, traded Mickey Johnson and Sleepy Floyd to Golden State for Michael Ray Richardson. Apparently Johnson and Larry Brown did not get along. At least Richardson, an incredible talent, led Jersey past the defending champ Sixers in the first round of the playoffs the following year.

      • willedav said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:28 pm

        Oh man, Michael Ray, poster child for the very talented/very erratic dudes with a too serious jones for the nose candy.
        We used to use Michael Ray as a nickname for a buddy of ours who had similar issues, tho not to his face.

  16. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 6:45 pm

    The Cubs catcher, Castillo, was framing pitches in a way I can’t ever recall seeing before. Shit, on one pitch, he was practically hiding behind Pence.

  17. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 6:47 pm

    No shit Kruk . . . I’ve never seen a worse crew then this one putting the tarp on the field. Fuck, I bet this costs the Giants a chance to play the rest of the game.

  18. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:03 pm

    Lake Wrigley

  19. pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:08 pm

    I’m confused. I thought we had established Stickman is NOT Carstie, in the Minnesota woods; that that woodsman is Stixwix or some other name. When several of us remarked on the similar narrative style, we were told they were different people. That’s okay. No need to know, as they say in espionage circles. (And I’m decidedly NOT Paul Kocak. Today.)

    • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:18 pm

      lqtm. Pawlie, he IS Carstie.

      • snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:55 pm

        Who the F is Carstie?…

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:58 pm

        That is Stix, Stickman, etc., real name. Sheesh, you guys are slooooow. lqtm. 🙂

  20. pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:09 pm

    Weird that the MLB story on Hector Sanchez made no reference at all to Belt’s predicament. Granted, they are two different cases for two different players, but the common thread is: concussion.

  21. Phlabloxxxl said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:11 pm

    The field is clearly unplayable. We wouldn’t want to see anybody risk getting hurt on a night like this.

  22. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:17 pm

    • snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:02 pm

      Hard to beat the Chairman of the Board…

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:03 pm

        Yeah, I like Chicago too. Actually, all of his songs.

      • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:03 pm

        Steve, that is a treat, replete with Sinatra’s perfect phrasing — and Hoboken accent. (Heck, I may need it for research!) I didn’t know it was his favorite…at that point in his career. Would not be surprised that it was supplanted by “New York, New York,” “My Way,” or “When I Was Seventeen” [or whatever the title was]. Maybe it varied. Anyway, thanks. I did care all that much for Ol’ Blue Eyes when I was young, but “When I Was Seventeen” was great for a slow dance. I grew to like him. Pete Hamill, who wrote a book with a title something like “Why Sinatra Matters,” famously said, “The 20th century ended when Sinatra died.” (Probably better phrased.) He really embodied an era, my parents’ era: high balls, cigarettes, decorum even if false, flamboyance, style.

  23. pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:30 pm

    I don’t have TV. Playable? Are we done? It’s an official game already?

    • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:45 pm

      Still up in the air (no decision yet).

      • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:51 pm

        up in the air? can they bring in those huge industrial fans one encounters in the restrooms at NYS Thruway stops and along the Penn. Turnpike? Or, for you San Franciscans, an adapted version of the very cool Dyson Hand Glide? Hand Glide. What a name.

      • DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:57 pm

        Didn’t they use helicopters to help dry out the Stick in the ’62 Series?

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:59 pm

        Really? Dunno Loo.

      • snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:08 pm

        Roger that on the helicopters…

  24. Flavor said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:36 pm

    If a Flapalooza ever turned into a job working as groundskeepers, this is what it would look like:

    • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:48 pm

      In the Fifties, the Yankee Stadium grounds crew prided itself on being the fastest. In the world. something like that. At least that’s what my dad said to the TV every time they rolled the tarps out. “They’re the fastest. See?” “Sure, Dad.” If he could only see this now.

  25. Macdog said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:55 pm

    Between what you guys are saying and the beat writers’ tweets, it sounds like The Second City was the Cubs’ tarp crew.

  26. snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 7:57 pm

    If the Giants are getting shutout, and if the game isn’t official yet, I’m OK with a postponement to tomorrow. It’d mean the Giants could test their bats against another potential Cy Young in the resumption…

    • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:02 pm

      Plus, it probably means you don’t have to have your “two fingers of butter milk.”

      • snarkk said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:06 pm

        Can’t do butter milk, blade. Way too much fat. It’d blow out my intestines in 10 minutes.
        Herbal tea – yeah, that would work. Two or three fingers of that — oooh, that’ll be exciting… 😉

  27. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:08 pm

    Herbal tea. Shit snarkk, almost on the floor laughing here. Good one. 🙂

  28. DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:33 pm

    Anybody know what’s going on besides a rain delay?

    • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:51 pm

      Albert Einstein Jr. and Edward Teller Jr. are under the grandstands passing notes on the Manhattan Project, the Sequel. That’s all.

      • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:02 pm

        Loo’s comment almost could be coming from you Pawlie and your comment could have come from Loo. Bizarro world. 🙂

      • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:04 pm

        Blame Sinatra.

      • DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:11 pm

        Pawlie’s comment was too intellectual to come from me, Blade. I don’t even know who Edward Teller is and I never heard of the Manhattan Project…

      • pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:13 pm

        You Brooklynites are so dismissive of Manhattan, and vice versa.

  29. blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 8:55 pm

    Frickin’ hilarious watching this Will Clark interview during the delay. Talking about the Nolan Ryan HR and subsequent at bat, where right before he goes up to hit, he asks Chili Davis, “He’s going to drill me, isn’t he?” Chili says, “Oh yeah.” He gets up to bat and as Nolan goes into his windup, Clark is already starting to fall down. Hilarious.

  30. willedav said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:02 pm

    An hour ago, Kuip told the guys on KNBR they were working on 2b where the worst puddles were. Still?
    I’m watching it and Miller says they are still trying to dry off the IF. According to guys on KNBR, if it was ended Giants lose.. That right?
    What a clusterfuck.

    • DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:09 pm

      That’s been the rule far back as I can remember…

  31. pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:10 pm

    Gee whiz. Wikipedia says Edward Teller may have been the model for Dr. Strangelove. Well, Peter Sellers DID look like him. The stuff you learn during an endless rain delay. And Jack Clark had his eyebrows. Teller died in Stanford, it says. A tidbit for you locals to chime in and say, “I once mowed his lawn. He didn’t even tip me. Said get out or I’ll nuke you.”

  32. pawliekokonuts said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:16 pm

    What are they doing, resodding the fecking infield??? That’s it. I’m out. Adios. (I love the way Johnny Cash said “adios” in one of those Rick Rubin albums, and the way Robert Duvall says it, and everything else, in “A Night in Old Mexico.”)

    • blade3colorado said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:37 pm

      Either that or they took a plane back to SF and are getting ready to play at the Phone Park. Regardless, I’m out as well. I can barely keep my eyes open. By the way Pawlie (Zumiee too if he is lurking around here), have you heard about those “free” books on Amazon Kindle and Google’s Play Store? Usually, they are the classics, like The Three Musketeers, Grapes Of Wrath, etc. Anywho, I started reading Jack London’s The Sea Wolf. Great book thus far . . . Plus, it is free. I like free. 🙂

  33. salty said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:26 pm

    Should be ruled suspended due to the brain dead GC.

  34. Macdog said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:30 pm

    Wada fiasco.

  35. DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 9:48 pm

    By the time they re-start this one Vogelsong will be pitching on his regular rest…

  36. DJLoo said, on August 19, 2014 at 10:12 pm

    Still fuckin’ waiting…

  37. Berdj J. Rassam said, on August 19, 2014 at 10:14 pm

    The Giants are just a hot mess right now. Their starters can barely last 6 innings, the depth on the field after the starters go down is non-existent, and yet they are still in the Wild Card and division run. Imagine if they actually fixed some of their problems; how well they could do?

  38. Macdog said, on August 19, 2014 at 11:22 pm

    It’s official. A galling loss (sorry).

  39. Phlabloxxxl said, on August 19, 2014 at 11:30 pm

    It was best for everyone involved, I guess.

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