Taliesin

Miss you too Yaz...TMW and I may or may not be still in contact..hanging out at The Peach Pit with Priestley and Billyboy doing bumps.

Maybe they can resign Ol Blood and Guts, The Texas Con Man himself, now pitching for the Sugar Land Skeeters. This has to be one of the most bizarre days in MLB history.

It's always pitching. Defense and Timely hitting. In that order. You could write a thesis in an argument about O.B.P. Or any of the latest trendy sabermetric principles. Or wax poetic about the good old days when men were men. It's Pitching. Billy Beane hasn't won s***, Moneyball or otherwise. It's also chemistry. You could argue that forever too. This team is a sack of nothing signifying nothing. It's just the waxing and waning of baseball. Or in the words of Carole King...sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I think there is a general malaise over the whole sport at the moment. It's like the whole nation has entered into a fugue state. As a fan, I went some 20 odd years without making the playoffs. Now, they can just Caribbean Island backdoor it. Have thumb injuries, back spasms, mental defects, chicken and beer, pitch counts. Which I think have been the bane of everything. It's pitching. That's it.

The players need to grow a pair. Youk looks like he's getting effed in the ass by Giselle half the time. Ted Williams fought in two world wars and he didn't looked as stressed. I'm thrilled they don't have Terry giving them BJ's every minute...that's why they ended up with the culture that ended last season. Haven't won one playoff game since 2008..don't care if they send them to Attica getting it up the ....STFU and win a game. For once. Oh no..I have a boo boo. Really. These players are ridiculous. Boring. And, impossible to get behind. 120 bucks to watch Ryan Sweeney while the Albino is cheering on his crappy Liverpool Soccer team. Sweet Caroline...good chumps never seemed so good..

These are the facts. This team has been duller than the fat girl with braces from Junior High since 2007. It's a corporation that is in the business of entertaining the masses in arguably the most cutthroat baseball city in the world. I miss the Billy Martin's. It's what interested me in baseball to begin with...the passion and controversy. It's not polo. Or soccer. Where you want to kill yourself it's so dull. But, it was getting like that, and I found myself..a lifelong diehard Sox fan actively rooting for the Rays at the end of last year, because The Team, was probably the most unlikeable in all my 35 years of watching them. We need a personality at the helm. To say provocative things, and do provocative things. Is it the answer...what's the question. Anything to reverse the front office lobotomy is welcome. Anyone look forward to Tito's Press Conferences? I'm looking forward to Bobby's. It's a beeznus. To quote Pedro.

:-)

I was wondering the same thing a700.

We've been huddled in a 3 person cave since 2007. Watching The Game and not a minute of saber tooth tiger or WAR or WTF these people ramble on about ...sound and fury. The Song remains the same. You hit the ball, you catch the ball, you throw the ball. You pay attention to streaks and emotions and that certain joie de vivre. You can't quantify it. How is your assistant to the chiropractor business going...long time..no talk. Just hanging around The Peach Pit these days.

At the Peach Pit. He wrecked the Huffy.

What I wouldn't give for one little bump

What I wouldn't give for one last bump.

Was riding around The Fens in my Huffy smoking butts...and some guy came up and kicked me in the shins...and I was like 'WOAH" what are you doing? Then, my dad yelled at me...he said..'HEY...GET OVER HERE!" Then I just took off and there was that guy who was a midget who was always angry and I didn't know why, but we went by 7-11 that time and that was cool. Then he started throwing rocks, but we never knew why he was throwing rocks. But then that chick was all jumping up and down and waving and stuff so we hid behind the dumpster. And we were all woo hoo. Hey Yaz.

I'm trying to put myself into some kind of Hindu like trance to transcend the inevitable happening in The Bronx. Wish me luck w/ that. Carry on.

Good evening JW.

Speaking of Schiraldi, I went to the movies the other day w/ my daughter and her co-workers. My girl mentions that one of them has a relative who used to pitch for the Sox. I inquire of course. His uncle...Jim Burton. I immediately had flashbacks and the requisite PTSD fugue state. I said something along the lines of...you know he almost ruined my childhood and you really shouldn't say that in public and for the love of God never go to Boston and mention that. Or it might have just come out as Ugh. How you doin Seano. Other than the falling apart physically and all.

Thanks for noticing Yeszir. I've been stuck inside of Mobile w/ the Memphis Blues again. Just passing through to hopefully watch the collapse of the House that Ruth didn't build.

So far this has been a grand old time.

To interrupt this Red Herring argument w/ actual fish. nor do I have the time to wade through 11 pages of b.s. Has anyone, throughout which I am sure is intelligent discourse (cough) mentioned the fact that this "leak" of supposedly anonymous testing was done under the purview of an owning authority of a company being held hostage by a group of thugs hiding under the union label. This was a big f*** You from them to us. IMHO.

He'd probably just will his number invisible. This so reminds me of this Cheers episode: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0539696/plotsummary

That is amazingly erudite and historically accurate. I'll never forget when you said "not very well" and "I'm saying right now"...it will be one of those where were you moments. Like way back in 96 when you first became a fan and you thought Jeter was cute, but not Iman cute and you weren't sure but way cuter than Jagger in 73. Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be heroes, just for one day

When John Smoltz plays Oregon Trail his family does not die from cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you. You see MJ that is why you are endearing...every so often, you come back to earth w/ us. And the humor. 5 years later. Good day Sir. You're still a putz, but once in awhile you get it, and if nothing else you are persistent.

I'm returning briefly for a cameo appearance to weigh in a bit on the frenzy of the past few months. 700, your analytical skills are spot on but "When stuck in the river, it is best to dive and swim to the bank yourself before someone drops a large stone on your chest in an attempt to hoosh you there" Eeyore Everything that's happened this offseason will be fantastic for The Game. New enemies. I mean I enjoyed the whole Phil Hughes/Ian Kennedy fiasco as much as the next....however: and, the last 7 years have been manna from the heavens. Nevertheless. No fun when there isn't the best rivalry in sports. 34 years of watching it. Last year was a snooze fest. It doesn't matter to me because there is magic in the game regardless. It's palpable on certain nights. Certain nights are electric. Other nights are just like life is. What do you want for dinner. What do you want to do. 3-1 loss. Wake up, get out of bed, throw a comb across your head. 162 games a year and the people who say baseball is boring are boring to me and I usually spend little time with those folk. It's the most perfect game. The arguments that fly around here are the arguments that have been flying around since there was a game. The continuity is amazing. I guarantee I could find a paper from 1915 with an editorial that supported the same hypotheses, statistical analysis, complaints and praise and blather that go around every day in every forum and every blog and every article you could ever read. Dose' Bums. Damn owners. How much in life is that constant. It's rhetorical. Every spring. Every October. The same. And ya but....it doesn't matter. History is the marker. I'm very much looking forward to having another Yankee team to hate because they have been ...well kind of pathetic for a LONG time. No fun the other way. Sure, I've hated them, but lately I've hated them like you hate your drunk Uncle who shows up at Christmas and embarrasses everyone. And then pees himself. And, then it is just sad. I'm looking forward to hating them like the f***er cousin who think he knows everything and always wins..always gets praised. Adored.. while you're the red headed step child...and then someone finds out he's a fraud and always has been. And, then they stop talking about him again.