Saturday, September 25, 2004

We Did It!

I'm writing this a little drunk, and a lot tired, coming home from a bar, and missing most of the game, including the inning that Gagne pitched. But we won. We did it. I'm proud. We really are the better team. At least so far.

There's still two games to go in the series. I will probably miss the Saturday one, and watch the Sunday one, I haven't decided.

There will be nothing sweeter than watching the Giants lose this series, watch the Cubs take their place in the wild card spot, and see Barry arrested in the offseason for illegal usage of prescription steroids. Beautiful.

I doubted, I will freely admit, but I think we have what it takes to limp to the playoffs.

Having what it takes to make it past the first round is another matter...

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Panic Time!!

OK we are falling apart! This is not good! And in the midst of this complete meltdown, Shawn Green has found religion. Ummm, no Shawn, you are not a good Jew, you live in super gentile Orange County, are married to a Shiksa, and go to temple twice a year for fundraisers. Now is NOT THE TIME TO TAKE A HOLIDAY!!! Hell and Satan are not mentioned in the Torah/Old Testament, so you are good to go, just grit your teeth and knock in a homerun on Friday for Job and Lot.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

A Day Late, a Buck Short

The story of my life. The updates are slowing, not because I don't have time, but because I don't have cable anymore. Actually I don't really have time. The games are mostly viewed as an internet story after all is said and done. It takes away from my viceral reaction to what happened, and destroys a potential blog entry.

But I did see the Edwin Jackson start. And I saw the worst pitching management I've seen all year from Tracy and Colborn. Since Tracy demands that he be the only one to give the hook, I blame him.

When a pitcher is throwing his back into pitches in late innings, and has thrown seven successive balls, it might be time to replace him. Jackson just came off of fucking up his forearm or something, and he's about to risk injury again. I realize that the bullpen had blown it recently, but they're the only other choice.

The point of this entry is this: NO MORE FUCKUPS. Not one.

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