DIVISION RIVALS EAT EACH OTHER
A couple of weeks back I mentioned that I was going to watch games more broadly in the second half of the season. Today is one of those days. The Marlins are @ Philadelphia. I want to watch this game for two reasons. 1) The Cubs recently spanked the butt fat off of Florida and the Phillies did nearly the same to their division leader, the Nationals. Let's call it four degrees of separation. Add this to the fact that I've got my Third Eye of Aughra trained on the Atlanta/Mets game and I'm basically watching the entire NL East try to get jiggy.
Frankly, I'd rather watch the Boston/New York game between now and when the Giants meet LA this evening, but why waste my precious hours on Yankees when I can watch middlin' teams that threaten my Nats? That's spelled with a "t."
Oh, and for those of you wondering how I find time to do anything given how much baseball I watch, you must remember that between working from home and a season subscription to MLB.com, I can do whatever I damn well please, at my leisure and in my underwear.
Prediction: Phillies are on a hot streak. Marlins are not. You do the math. Atlanta is only two games out of first, behind the Nationals. Please let the Mets win. Please, please, please.
Meanwhile, back on the West Coast...
Tonight, Jason Schmidt (don't get me started on our so-called "ace") starts for the Giants in their big bakeoff with the Dodgers, who are now so injured and ordinary the Giants might have a chance—um—to avoid being beaten to death.
We're in the second half, already...where the bloody hell is Barry Bonds? My friend Janet, a season ticket holder, doesn't understand why I have no desire to buy her occasionally available tix from her. Let's see, horrible division record, dejecting rotation, sorry bullpen, no Barry, feeble old Marquis, Durham the walking ICU infielder. Sure, I'll come out for Moises (shit, I paid enough for an Alou t-shirt, might as well wear it!), Lance Niekro is a rock star waiting to happen, and I just think Omar Vizquel is the coolest thing since Duran Duran.
And then there's the Bay Area's little bitches, the As, who are actually more fun to watch than the Giants. Tonight, they play their nemeses, the Rangers, each of them duking it out for an utterly feasible division spot behind the nasty, smelly Angels.
Oy, so much baseball, so little time.
Frankly, I'd rather watch the Boston/New York game between now and when the Giants meet LA this evening, but why waste my precious hours on Yankees when I can watch middlin' teams that threaten my Nats? That's spelled with a "t."
Oh, and for those of you wondering how I find time to do anything given how much baseball I watch, you must remember that between working from home and a season subscription to MLB.com, I can do whatever I damn well please, at my leisure and in my underwear.
Prediction: Phillies are on a hot streak. Marlins are not. You do the math. Atlanta is only two games out of first, behind the Nationals. Please let the Mets win. Please, please, please.
Meanwhile, back on the West Coast...
Tonight, Jason Schmidt (don't get me started on our so-called "ace") starts for the Giants in their big bakeoff with the Dodgers, who are now so injured and ordinary the Giants might have a chance—um—to avoid being beaten to death.
We're in the second half, already...where the bloody hell is Barry Bonds? My friend Janet, a season ticket holder, doesn't understand why I have no desire to buy her occasionally available tix from her. Let's see, horrible division record, dejecting rotation, sorry bullpen, no Barry, feeble old Marquis, Durham the walking ICU infielder. Sure, I'll come out for Moises (shit, I paid enough for an Alou t-shirt, might as well wear it!), Lance Niekro is a rock star waiting to happen, and I just think Omar Vizquel is the coolest thing since Duran Duran.
And then there's the Bay Area's little bitches, the As, who are actually more fun to watch than the Giants. Tonight, they play their nemeses, the Rangers, each of them duking it out for an utterly feasible division spot behind the nasty, smelly Angels.
Oy, so much baseball, so little time.
posted by Andrew at
6:05 PM
1 Comments:
One funky little fact -- despite Durham doing his normal nagging injury dance, he's actually on pace to play a large chunk more games than either of the past two seasons.
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Daniel, at 7:05 PM
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