…I’ll be at Coors field, watching a once-promising Rockies’ season disappear in a flurry of bad coaching and disappointing clutch hitting.
On the positive side, at least I get to watch Josh Fogg pitch! Which—for those of us too young to have seen Walter Johnson or Bob Feller or Bob Gibson or Juan Marichal throw live—is a rare treat indeed.
Except that Fogg gives up, oh, say, 15-20 mph on his fastball. And has no real breaking ball to speak of. And is—on a good day—well, me, circa July 27, 1988.
And I lost to Reisterstown 6-3 that evening, because I couldn’t keep my average slider out of the middle of the goddamned plate.
Like you’ve got it so bad. Feh. The Dodgers look like they’re auditioning for a demotion to AA ball.
At least in the AL West the Angels are heating up. Did any of you see the highlights from their second inning yesterday in Tampa Bay?
So when the report came out that Denver was still the best place for singles, it was a reference to your pitching?
Cool.
I saw Bob Feller pitch for the Indians for several years. That’s an accident of birth. But losing to Reisterstown? – that’s just awful.
I was always a “decent” hitter …but I wouldn’t wear my glasses.
If you don’t leave that slider over the plate, I won’t hit it!
T/W: The “other” <a href=”http://www.baseball-reference.com/f/fletcsc01.shtml>Scott Fletcher</a> got a much larger contract than I’ll ever see in my lifetime…
I actually shut out Reisterstown 8-0. But I didn’t want to make Josh feel all cocky should he happen to surf by.
He needs motivation.
And me? I’m a giver.
Damn!
I blew that link as badly as I missed most curveballs!
Trying again…
Scott Fletcher
Reisterstown? As in, Maryland?
TW: show. As in, “1 for the money, 2 for the show…)
Obviously too late for tonight, but hopefully you’ve figured this out for yourself! They don’t call it Coors Field for nothing. Really, really fresh Coors is every bit as good as most of those fancy microbrews. Add a Rocky Dog with sauteed onions & peppers and you don’t even need to be a baseball fan to have a good time.
We’ll phone management and let them know they have a celebrity in their midst!
So root, root, root for the Rockies.. Da bums.
I won’t say it, Jeff.
I won’t.
See, when you put the baseballs in a freezer, they also affect the hitting for your own team as well as the opponent.
Eh. I’m not a huge fan of Fogg, but I like Kim. July, it seems, is the new June. Which bodes well for the future… kind of. Perhaps they can keep pushing their bad month back and back until it dissapears faster than a Jamba Juice in the hands of Cindy Sheehan…
Jeff, it was the guy who laid down the bunt with his white cane who really rubbed it in, wasn’t it?
If Goldstein’s at the game … and take my word for it, no chance of rain tonight … that means nobody’s watching this thread. Yet it remains eerily under control.
Oh, boo-frickin’-hoo-hoo.
Try being a g.d. Phila. Phillies fan.
Or a Philadelphia fan in ANY sport.
Although I have to admit I was there, in the stands, when the Flyers won their first Stanley Cup,
tw: futility started a long time ago.
that means nobody’s watching this thread
Well now’s the chance to take it over.
Debi, Glen et al. (and I do mean et al.), are you with me?
I really, really like the way Fogg pitches to me.
2 dingers, 4 RBI in 2 at bats.
TW: that Fogg fellow is my future
Damn, O’Brain, you beat me to it. Fucking Phils. That loss to the D’Backs the other night…..I called my friend after the ninth and said, “I think I may be watching the butt-ugliest baseball game ever.”
Eleven walks, five passed balls, two hit batsmen…shit, the D’Backs alone left fourteen guys on. I’m not gonna blame it on the umps, in spite of the two blown calls and Haller getting in Bell’s way on that foul pop-up.
That tape should be immediately sent to the Hall of Fame for their new exhibit: How Not To Play a Baseball Game.
spamword, “show,” as in, “This ain’t even Babe Ruth league shit.”
No pity from this quarter; the Indians pretty much shit the bed right after that great first week and a half.
TW: how
Excellent question.
It is a good think you and the cunt didn’t have a girl. You woulda named her snatchel!!!!
Ba. Da. Boom. Phuque. Phace.
Turding wurd: similar
Your pissant progeny is going to be similar to you. Poor little mofo.
Jeff Goldstein’s a piece of shit
His fucked up wife is a sorry twit.
I wonder if Cunt Cockula has ever had an orgasm.
I’m betting no.
Ephu, jeffie baw.
Jeff,
Could you pick up a quart of milk on the way home!
Thanx!
Ur wife
Verc: What the fuck are you doing? Conjuring up assholes? You’re playing with fire.
And that’s known as elevating the discorse, right?
Hey, turd, when you grow enough of a pair to make a point or argue with what Jeff says let us know.
Until then you just a fart in the wind. Empty, vapid, full of sound and fury but signifing nothing. The posterboy of the inane, classless stooges who populate the web. Suffering from a delusion that they are unreachable behind their keyboards, they say things that they would never have the balls to say in real life.
In short, your a coward.
Yeah, and Deb’s insane, too.
Oh dear, the deranged walk among us.
Anyway, I’m glad I got to see Nolan Ryan pitch. He was 40 years old, and you could still see the catcher flinch when the ball hit his glove.
The worst game I ever saw was last year in Houston. It was early in the season, when the Astros were going badly. Roger Clemens pitched a beautiful game for 8 innings, giving up only 2 runs on a cheap homer. But, the Astros didn’t score at all.
Finally, in the ninth, they took Clemens out, and put in a reliever. He (and his 3 successors) gave up 7 runs in the top of the ninth. Clemens took the loss, and you could have heard a pin drop in that stadium when the Astros went 1-2-3 in the bottom of the inning. I think the fans were too disgusted to boo.
Wow! That must be some of that liberal nuance everybody’s always talking about. Boy. They sure made their point. Any adults home at their place?
Go Cubbies. Don’t worry they’ll clutch in September. They almost always do.
Trivia; Can you guess the name of a famous activist whos two sons have the Budwiser concesion at Whits Sox park?
Would that be Jesse Jackson, Rusty?
You mean, the National League Champion Houston Astros?
Hey, I have to use those all up before October, it seems.
I sure hope you stayed until the bottom of the tenth! Wish they’d do that more often..
Well, shit, if you’d have mentioned it earlier, I’d have bought you a beer.
And yes, I did leave just before they tied it up in the last out of the 9th with a 2 run homer.
Goddamnit.
To root for the Rockies but love pitching more than hitting has to be tough. Of course, I can probably empathize since I’m a Braves fan and this year is playing out much like an average Rockies year.
1980: Our cousin who worked at TBS at the time got my brother and I comp seats five rows behind home plate at Fulton County Stadium. Easy enough to do then, since the Braves were awful.
Nolan Ryan against Phil Niekro. I have no idea how one would go about hitting either one.
I respect your opinions and usually agree with them but pardon me if I hate you from now on wishbone. Nothing personal, mind you.
daddy, why are you such an a-hole?
Chooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Also, you are no longer allowed to go to Coor’s field and watch Fogg pitch. If you left before the 9th inning then you’re pretty much not allowed to attend games period.
mommy,
why’d you marry such a pathetic pissant piece of shit mofo cocksucking moron?
luv,
satchel
please, jeff! fuck me right now! oh you big strong hot man. fuck me now
luv,
cunt cockula
Do it daddy! Fuck mommy! Do it now!
I wanna watch you, Count Cockula!
U da man, daddeee!!!!!
If this is actually Deb Frisch commenting—and not even she would be this stupid—I ask her to acknowledge these comments on her site.
Otherwise, I’ll have to track the IP again.
I watched a Randy Johnson versus Greg Maddux once. But that was on t.v. I’ve been trying to get my friends to head down to Atlanta but all we ever do is go to a Reds game…the new stadium is super-sweet though.
Sounds very much like her. Especially the earlier ones. If not, it’s a great imitation.
protein wisdom is going offline.
thank you all for reading.
You think that’s great? You should hear my ass impersonating Frisch…it is friggin’ amazing! It screams for attention as people literally flee the area!
Jeff; She’s also posted at Ace‘s
Whatvever. I’m done.
Ain’t worth it. I’ll handle this my way.
Cry me a river about how bad the Rockies are… that river would flow into the Kaw, and thence the Mighty Misery, here in KC. At 32.5 games behind the Tigers, the Royals aren’t mathematically eliminated yet. But 20 of the Tigers’ remaining games are the against the White Sox and Twins (10 each), and there’s no way both teams can lose a game, so I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that by the time the 12th Imam shows up next month, it’ll be official.
TW: no amount of wishing otherwise would make a damn difference.
“I’ve been trying to get my friends to head down to Atlanta but all we ever do is go to a Reds game…the new stadium is super-sweet though.”
The Great American Ballpark? Sorry, it is pretty lame when compared to Safeco Field.
GAB has the arcitechual charm of a McDonald’s, is open towards the Ohio River so you can bask in Southern exposure and wonder what sadistic bastard figured out a way to eliminate as much shade as possible. It might be better during a night game when it wasn’t 95 with 80% humidity, but still, the way the Reds played and the entertainment did nothing to engage the crowd. Even when the Mariner’s lose, it’s still fun to go to the ball park. (The dancing grounds crew is almost worth the price of admission alone.)
About the only high points of Cincy’s new stadium is that they have Larosa’s pizza and Cincinnati chili. If they could get Graeter’s ice cream, then I may go back…
I would not begin to argue against Safeco…but I must wonder, who eats ice cream at a baseball game?
Cry me a river about how bad the Rockies are… that river would flow into the Kaw, and thence the Mighty Misery, here in KC. At 32.5 games behind the Tigers….
Thank God for the Royals, ensuring that my poor lil Indians aren’t in dead last place! Although I think it was a bunch of losses to the Royals early on that helped set the fate for the Indians season.
Yeah, I can’t feel too sorry for Rockies fans, as they are only 6.5 games back in an easy division.
The Indians were supposed to be a contender this year and their season was over before the All-Star break. :(
Jeff – I sent you a screen shot of Ace’s comments.
thanks
– 1948 – “The Kid from Cleveland”….Leroy Satchel Paige, Larry Doby, Bob Feller, Lou Boudreau, Bill Veeck, Bob Lemon, Dale Mitchell. Jim Hegan, what a freakin great team….
– Funny thing is, Paige, who has to be the all time oldest pitcher ever in the AL, and a world class iconoclast, was who I thought of when you named the kiddo, and yes he did barf before every game he pitched in. Interesting old guy. Met him once at a photo-op. Older than dirt, but seemed like a really nice soul. Feller was a smiley type, like joltin’ Joe. Doby was big, without the steroids. Named my terrior “Flip”, after Mitchell. Great bunch of guys for a kid to look up too. Game 6 against the Braves was an all time classic, with Lemon pitching, and getting into a base’s loaded jam, ended up depending on Gene Beardon to get the save, which he did. Lemon and Gene were the top pitchers in the series, Feller having lost twice. The first game, where he only gave up 2 hits in a one run squeeker, and the fifth, where he got pounded for an 11 to 5 loss.
– Not many remember that the Indians and the Red Sox ended up the 48 season in a dead tie, but Cleveland won a playoff game, the one and only in history, preventing an all Boston series.
– Leroy was already 42 when he was called up to the indians as a “rookie”. Veeck told me everyone on the team called him “gramps” but he seemed to take it good heartedly. Paige pitched his last game in 65 for the Athletics, at a supposed age of 60, but I’m betting he was actually already closer too 65, his age always having been a life time mystery he’d never admit too. No one really knows how old he was when he died in 82.
It’s time to get out the flamethrowers. The Chicago Way.
and yes he did barf before every game he pitched in.
Yeah, but did he ever pitch in an All-Star game while he was doing acid?
Yeah, but did he ever pitch in an All-Star game while he was doing acid?
– That particularly personal treat hadn’t been discovered yet. In those days players chomped on a wad of chewing tobbaco big enough to make it look like they had a baseball in their cheeks. I’ll leave it too your imagination as to the results when they’d be involved in a hard fast play, got too excited, and accidently swallowed the mess. Not pretty.
“who eats ice cream at a baseball game?”
Ever hear of dippin dots? Sub-zero, mouth searing ice cream that really hits the spot, especially when it’s 95 there. Or even 65 here.
Granted, not something one would chase with a beer, but then, I’m usually the designated driver…
The Giants and Dodgers played a three game playoff in 1951 when they finished the regular season tied.
…don’t worry jeff.
she’s being dealt with as we speak.
gahrie – I stand picked off secound with a clothesline throw.
TW: I can remember a time when it was safe to say things like “Could someone get that damn horse out of here…. that’s the third time this week”.
Jeff,
I’ve said this at Patterico
But email Qwest’s Abuse Department @ and email all proof of Deb Frisch doing this especially the previous incident.
They will take action if the evidence is compelling enough and will cancel her internet service..
Hahaha, holy shit, Deb has completely snapped now. What a fucking maniac.
Mental illness and binge drinking.
The only explanations. She always starts as the weekend approaches. And now that she’s unemployed, alone, and likely desperate for money, the drinking starts early.
Of course, none of that explains why a former part-time college professor uses the grammar and writing style of a challenged third-grader.
The truth of liberalism wrapped up in a single individual’s behavior. I give her credit – at least she’s true to what she is.
What needs to happen here is *not* for PW to be shut down, but for Frisch to get some treatment.
As I’ve said elsewhere I agree with PB’s statement above – the problem is she’s binge drinking weekly and raging over the net.
I seriously doubt her significant other knows she’s doing this. They have a child. I don’t doubt they all know about the drinking problem but they’re in denial about the level of her pathology/behavior.
Turing word: used. ‘Nuff said.
I’d call the local sheriff’s office where she lives – not the police – and ask to speak to their mental health guy. The sheriff will be hooked into the county mental health services and will have folks on staff that deal with crazy folks and drunks, they’ll know how to get her evaluated. The county CPS also needs to investigate as there is a child at her home, and the sheriff’s office will be able to make a judgement about that.
Even if they do nothing but go talk to her and her partner, that will probably stop this. Call the sheriff and explain to them what’s going on JG.
I was there when Nolan got his 5000th strike out.
On Ricky Henderson… heh.
Dave, I was there that night, too. I was along the third base line when Henderson walked to the A’s dugout preparing to lead off the top of the next inning, with Ryan having already recorded number 4,999. The fans were chanting, “You, you, you!”
Henderson asked the catcher (was it Kreuter?) if he could take the ball to Ryan. Yeah, right.
Another Ryan note (forgive the lack of imprecision; I’m workng from memory): There was a year when Ryan was with the Astros when he should have won the Cy Young Award. His league-leading ERA was near 2, maybe below, and he led the league in strikeouts. Unfortunately, he almost had to pitch a shutout to get a win, as the Astros scored something like fewer than two runs a game for him, and his record was something like 7-13.
One more thing: What team has thrown the most no-hitters since the Astros and Mets entered the league? Hint: Don Nattebart, Ken Johnson (lost), Don Wilson (2), Ken Forsch, Larry Dierker, Mike Scott, Darryl Kile, Nolan Ryan. And, for hood measure, a multi-pitcher effort against the Yankees.
I gotta agree with N’OBain about the Phillies. I took a whole day out of my vacation to drive two hours in traffic from the shore, the day after I spent twelve hours driving there just to see a Phillies game with my father and two oldest boys.
The Phillies lost to the Pirates.
I’ll spend the rest of my baseball days watching the Louisville Bats.
TW: maybe Curse you Bill Giles!
Stoo wins it!!!!!
Yes. Stoo. Our beloved social activist, The Reverend Jesse Jackson, will never again march against the city of Chicago.Because he gets a cut of every beer sold . It isn’t a matter of if he’s a whore, just how much he’s gonna cost.
Phillies fans always have 1980 and Steve Carlton. And George Brett’s hemorrhoids. Those were the times!
I’m a Giants fan, so I live and breathe mediocrity on a daily basis – except for that stadium.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved (and miss) Candlestick, primarily because opposing players and fans hated being there so much that it was easy to get under their skins – especially Dodgerfan.
But the Giants moved Uptown, into a fookin’ palace. Great sightlines, great climate, great location. And a great new set of fans who can afford the $20/game cheap seats.
It just ain’t the Stick, knowhattimean?
Heh. So you watched “Garth Marenghi’s Dark Place” too, eh?
If shooting the possessed zombie coming out of the grave (and his grieving mother at the same time), popping him with a flame thrower does the trick.
Must. Eat. More. Caffeine.
That line should have read, “If shooting the possessed zombie coming out of the grave (and his grieving mother at the same time) doesn’t do the trick, popping him with a flame thrower ought to.
tw: year. Yes, it’s been a hard one.
Hi Jeff!
I’d take Satchel Paige in my all-time team. Ryan, Kofax, Paige, Johnson, & Young. Probably never even use a relief pitcher!
MEantime, Go Blue Jays!
Nice to see we share a Baltimore connection Jeff. I’m guessing you pitched for Pikesville? Of course now that you’ve let this little piece of personal information out, our progressive friends will probably be seeking out and threatening your old teammates if they disagree with you.
That particularly personal treat hadn’t been discovered yet.
You are WRONG, baseball breath! Dr. Albert Hoffman discovered LSD in 1943. It was a funny, anyway.
I’m with JD on that one, SBC is a beatiful park, but nothing but soulless yuppies yappin on their cel phones in there
I saw Marichal pitch – against Koufax in ‘68 – and you, my friend, are Juan Marichal, with an ankle flip at the apex of the leg kick… and the slider hittin’ the corners…
t/w: children (my dad took moi)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. For the record, it wasn’t me, like my name was Shaggy.
Erm … Karnac… you’re turbin is screwed on a little too tight… I ment the PLAYERS hadn’t discovered it yet…
SEX