Sunday, April 22, 2012
No Words
I left Randy in charge when it was 8-0 and went to Roller Derby.
Aceves is now up to a 24.00 ERA.
Is Marlon Byrd the answer?? At least one nephew will be happy with a new jersey.
The rest I don't even want to talk about, except to share that depression crosses state lines.
I watched two-thirds of a Pirates game today in 40-degree weather. The team's cleanup hitter has yet to get an extra-base hit. I didn't spot anyone with a slugging percentage over .250. The Team Season Home Run Counter stands at 2. Also, they aren't doing the pirate ship animation any more. Instead there are some paper cut-out animations of each player. The one of Clint Barmes has him in position to field a grounder. A ball rolls in and stops about 5 inches from his glove. He just stands there.
There was a heckler a few rows behind me. The thing about terrible hecklers in a silent, empty stadium, is it makes kids think that this is what humor is. When Neil Walker is up to say, "Hey, Walker! Say hi to your brother, Johnny Walker!" at the top of your screeching lungs. Kids turn around and see this guy get some attention and think to themselves, "This man is doing a good thing," instead of what they should properly be thinking: "I wish this man were dead."
Take Me Out Of This Ballgame
I left Randy in charge when it was 8-0 and went to Roller Derby.
Aceves is now up to a 24.00 ERA.
Is Marlon Byrd the answer?? At least one nephew will be happy with a new jersey.
The rest I don't even want to talk about, except to share that depression crosses state lines.
I watched two-thirds of a Pirates game today in 40-degree weather. The team's cleanup hitter has yet to get an extra-base hit. I didn't spot anyone with a slugging percentage over .250. The Team Season Home Run Counter stands at 2. Also, they aren't doing the pirate ship animation any more. Instead there are some paper cut-out animations of each player. The one of Clint Barmes has him in position to field a grounder. A ball rolls in and stops about 5 inches from his glove. He just stands there.
There was a heckler a few rows behind me. The thing about terrible hecklers in a silent, empty stadium, is it makes kids think that this is what humor is. When Neil Walker is up to say, "Hey, Walker! Say hi to your brother, Johnny Walker!" at the top of your screeching lungs. Kids turn around and see this guy get some attention and think to themselves, "This man is doing a good thing," instead of what they should properly be thinking: "I wish this man were dead."
Take Me Out Of This Ballgame
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