Congrats to the Phillies. That’s four pennants in 29 years, which is a pretty good run for a franchise that won only two in its first 97 years of existence.
I don’t have much invested in the outcome of the NL playoffs, though I suppose if pressed I’d have to root for the Phillies. And while the Phils appear to have a comfortable lead in today’s game, I can’t help but think it’s somewhat of a bad idea to have AIG as a “proud sponsor” of their radio broadcast.
Oh, this takes some of the sting out of the drubbing that USC applied to my beloved Ducks:
It wasn’t a collapse. “Collapse” is too nice of a word. A collapse would mean the Chicago Cubs actually showed up for the NLDS.
It wasn’t a choke. A choke is what happened in 2003, when the Cubs were exactly five outs away from their first World Series in seven decades. A choke is when you blame someone sitting in Section 4, Row 8, Seat 113 of Wrigley Field.
No, in some ways this latest Cubs’ playoff zombie film is worse than 2003, and definitely worse than last year’s October three-and-out.
Indeed. At such a time I have mixed emotions; on the one hand I do like to see the agony drawn out, as the pain of Cubs fans amuses me. Also, I had a good anti-Harry Caray screed prepared in case the Cubs had won the NLDS. I guess I’ll have to save that one for next year.
On the other hand, how many times in this one hundred year history of hilariously pathetic failure have the Cubs actually been the best team in the NL? Twice? Three times, maybe? That the Cubs had one of the strongest squads in their history makes their inept performance against a mediocre Dodgers team all the more satisfying. The Cubs weren’t scrappy underdogs who just couldn’t finish the deal; they were clearly the better team, a team that should have been in the World Series, and they could barely be bothered to show up. Oh, it’s sweeeeeet…..
Wait till next year, Cubbies. Root, root, root etc.
After a long, bitter fight, the LGM Baseball Challenge Challenge has been decided. The lead changed numerous times this week, including several times yesterday; finally, the Yankees pitching staff produced enough points in the second half of the doubleheader to deliver the championship to the Lexington Bearded Ducks by three points. Better luck at the track, Hickey.
|Rank||Team & Owner||1st Half||2nd Half||Total|
|1||Lexington Bearded Ducks, R. Farley||4700||3254||7954|
|2||Headless Thompson Gunners, S. Hickey||4325||3626||7951|
|3||Sluggy McSlugs, C. Moore||4525||3262||7787|
|4||The Rev. Josh Fields, A. Katz||4374||3153||7527|
|5||kodos423, k. crockett||4274||3215||7489|
|6||JacobyRules, P. Smith||4231||3189||7420|
|7||KY Colonels, R. Payne||4200||3195||7395|
|8||Theibault Moor Orioles, J. Theibault||3926||3057||6983|
|9||Austin Electric Chairs, E. Loomis||4080||2763||6843|
|10||Sprained Mitochondria, P. McLeod||3783||2869||6652|
|11||Wild Loose Comma, C. S||4015||2591||6606|
|12||MutiliatedLittleLady, K. Houghton||3823||2721||6544|
|13||Lungless Wonders, E. Udall||3907||2550||6457|
|14||Robertson, E. Robertson||3593||2684||6277|
On the way into Shea yesterday, I expressed with my agreement with metsgrrl’s partner, believing that since the Mets would probably have to win two games anyway it would have been better to start Santana on full rest and try to get through Saturday with the kid. I was very, very happy to be extremely wrong in terms of result. That was just amazing pitching. (However, I was completely right when I wrote repeatedly at the beginning of the year that Ramon E. Martinez and Robinson Cancel would be key players in the last week of the season. Unfortunately, these posts were erased by the same people who hacked Joe Lieberman’s website. They also seem to have written a fake post under my name that said that you should take the Tampa Bay under at 76 and the Twins would finish last in the AL Central. Damn those shrill dirty hippies!) Now I wonder whether the Mets will bring in Tom Glavine to throw out the ceremonial first seven runs in the top of the first today.
It should probably be noted that while Santana may not get it because sportswriters are almost as obsessed with W-L records as they are with RBI, but in a rational world he would be the Cy Young winner. I’d also like to thank Brian Cashman for not trading talented pitcher who may throw 100 major league innings one day Phil Hughes and vaguely adequate fourth outfielder Melky Cabrera for him, leaving us free to acquire him for an even more underwhelming package. (And, while we’re at it, thanks to the Yankess for passing on the game’s best CF, too. It’s frightening how bad the Mets would be if the Yankees had made smarter decisions on these guys.)
Open thread for last scheduled regular season day…we’d better get at least one play-in game this year.
…the DFHs also seem to have deleted my confident prediction that on day 162 I would be lamenting the injury to Fernando Tatis because it would mean playing an significantly inferior player in left field…
If they’re going to pitch around you, take the goddamned walk. I know you’re been trained to think as an “RBI man” but flailing at a pitch a foot and a half outside and striking out rather than having Beltran up with the bases loaded and none out isn’t helping the team.
In addition, watching Ryan Church’s current attempts to impersonate a major league hitter — which are about as credible as Sarah Palin’s attempts to impersonate someone who could be president — reminds me that the turning point of the season may well have been sending Church on two cross-country flights immediately after he suffered his second concussion in three months.
Like Sheehan, I didn’t see it coming, but Tampa making the playoffs in a brutally tough division is one of the most remarkable baseball stories of the decade. Congrats to ‘em, and it will be fun to see how they do in the payoffs. (I wish they hadn’t sent their 2007 bullpen to Queens, though.)
I hope Silver’s current electoral college predictions turn out as well as his projection of contention for Tampa…
…Great American was filled with vermin. These particular vermin were wearing blue shirts, typically festooned with a red “C” and including some form of adolescent bear. Roughly 70% of the occupied seats of Great American sported these vermin, such that the crowd as a whole cheered lustily on behalf of the visiting Cubs, rather than the hometown Reds.
I can understand why the crowd at a Tampa Bay Rays home game cheers for the Yankees. There is substantial migration from New York to Florida, and these migrants retain, to a great degree, their New York identity. This hardly absolves them of the crime of Yankee fandom, but at least I can understand, if not excuse. I am utterly unwilling to believe, however, that there has been a considerable migration from the north side of Chicago to the greater Cincinnati area. This forces me to conclude, therefore, that these “Cubs fans” are in fact Cincinnati residents who have determined to cheer for the Cubs rather than the Reds. And herein lies the rub; why would one ever decide to cheer for the Cubs, who have for the last century been the consistently worst managed team in baseball, rather than the Reds, who have won five world championships since 1919?
The only answer I can come to is a certain form of moral depravity that fetishizes defeat, and that has nothing whatsoever to do with enthusiasm for the game of baseball. In short, Cubs fans are not baseball fans; rather, they are fans of defeat. This preference of defeat, as I have previously noted, leaves the prototypical Cubs fan bereft of emotional debit when the Cubs lose; whereas a typical sports fan feels “bad” when her team loses, defeat is expected by the morally depraved Cubs fan, and consequently exerts no emotional toll. Indeed, a Cubs World Series victory would produce cognitive dissonance that would probably be too great for Cubs fans to bear, resulting in attendance of no greater than 70 persons per game at Wrigley the following year.
And so on this day, I was forced to endure an untold number of arrogant, dickish Cubs fans who cheered as the Cubs marched to a 3-1 lead. And then the Reds dropped three on Kerry Wood in the bottom of the ninth, which left me deliriously happy. The Cubs fans surrounding expressed no noticeable reaction to the defeat.
Many thanks to frequent commenter Howard for generously sending me the classics Out To Lunch and Underground from the ol’ wish list. Supoib choices, and as they are now freshly loaded into ITunes will make my upcoming train ride all the more pleasant.
In addition, when it comes to my reverse-hedge bets with Howard I note that as of now I would be on the hook for $50 donations to Planned Parenthood and the anti-Prop 8 campaign, as the Yankees are missing the playoffs as well of course as being out of the division. Until we see the upcoming series, though, I’m at least not writing off the former…
In my defense, I was engaged in Real Work and had the Devil Rays/Sox game on in the background, so I needed the sound. But as bad as seeing the Rays lose after a beyond-farcical call when A.J. Pierzynski elbowing Willy Aybar resulted in an interference call…on Aybar, hearing the Pale Hose’s uber-hack announcers try to rationalize the whole thing was much worse.
Admittedly, I may have been upset because the Mets somehow managed to lose by giving up — in the same inning, I swear! — the first post-Clinton administration homer for both Brad Asumus and Darrin Erstad. Do you know what the odds of that are? It’s in the billions! It couldn’t happen, wouldn’t happen! Did you not see you were being set up after the second hit?