Friday, October 5, 2018

Game thread

Better early than trying to do it plastered.


153 comments:

  1. Well played, Sir. Well played.



    Scrotum.

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  2. The COL/MIL game has been very dramatic. 1-0 MIL B8. I'm all in on Milwaukee.

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  3. testing testing, one, two, three...

    I'll be checking in from my fortress of solitude, here above the Arctic Circle.

    over and out, Scrotus Testicalus Con Queso

    bzzzzttttt......

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  4. Rockies have Yankees disease. Can't hit anything. Brewers keep sending out Cy Young.

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  5. OTOH, Milwaukee can't get a runner in from third with no outs. Twice. And they're working on a third time. Charmed, I'm sure.

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  6. Oh well. We'll only be down 0-1 after this debacle.

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  7. Sale threw 25 pitches...plan is to work him...

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  8. After Cutch and Judge, I did find it encouraging that we were work some 3-ball counts.

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  9. I don't think I can listen to Ron Darling and this other mook. Even the time delay is better.

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  10. So much for getting Happ to face the RedSox...jeez...

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  11. Oh shit.

    Defensive pitching sucks, as Suzyn says.

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  12. Going to bed. See you all in a few months.

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  13. The Master said it was a disastrous inning.

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  14. The 2018 team shows up swinging and striking out.

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  15. "There's a base hit... it's a foul ball..."

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  16. Didi running up the pitch count before whiffing.

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  17. Already weak execution. Happ has no more room for error

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  18. Got them soul-sucking, broken toilet case of diarrhea GIDP blues...

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  19. That’s okay, ICS is going to hit a 7-run homer soon.

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  20. Had to miss the first inning, but that's OK, Happ owns the Sox. So, let me see where we're at here ...


    Oh, fuck.

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  21. John and Suze say Happ would pitch Game 5, if there is one. Why not the fourth? Tuesday, he should be ready.

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  22. broken toilets suck.

    So does the TBS announcing team.

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  23. I go to the fucking ER to fuvkfuc see a new fucking patient and it's fucking 3 to fucking 0.

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  24. You know what? We can beat these assholes. Happ just has to hold, which I think he can, and these morons need to wake up and start hitting. Even if they win the World Series, we need to hire a completely new coaching staff. Keep all the old coaches on the payroll and put them in an RV and force them to live together for a year on the road in Arizona with no air conditioning.

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  25. TV is about one full pitch behind radio.

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  26. If Happ settles down, we've got a shot

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  27. It's early yet. Not worried.

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  28. Darling is the driest of the Mets booth team. He misses Keith and Gary.

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  29. John is explaining why you can't predict baseball.

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  30. Why'd he have to go and give us agita first, tho?

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  31. That's OK, John, if I'm going to miss an inning, that was probably the best one to miss. One less garbage can I'll have to replace die to random kicks.

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  32. We can beat these broken-down shitfaces. Have faith, Winnie.

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  33. Ditch Darling, he sucks. And I don't mean those old rumors about him.

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  34. MLB obviously told the umps to call the strike zone for sale 3 inches outside and low.

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  35. Captain Klondike Bar with the situational hitting skillzzzzzzx....

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  36. Gleyber walks. Sale is not God. He can be worn out and hit, too.

    46 pitches here in the 3rd, two out.

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  37. Yep, there's the classic too low strike on Judge.

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  38. Got them projectile vomit into my soup bowl broken toilet ground out blues...

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  39. OK these guys have to wake up and realize where they are now. They look shellshocked.

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  40. Darling is a fuckwad.

    Grew up in Masshole ville and played for the Mutts.

    What could be lower?

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    1. Lower than the old wad of Big Red on my boot heel...

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  41. I’m never going to say the word “scrotum” again on this blog after that double.

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  43. MENTAL!! MENTAL!! MENTAL MISTAKES! AAARRRGGGHHHHHHH!

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  44. Bye, Happ.

    Voit coulda had him, he didn't see first was covered.

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  45. Let’s just put in Sasha Grey and roll the fucking cosmic dice.

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  46. Can't win a championship with lousy defense...

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  47. Benintendi just kills the Yanks. All.the.time.

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  48. The umps decided this one in the first. Giving sale a two foot wide strike zone with four inches below the knees.

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  49. At this rate there IS NO Game 4 for the Yanks.

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  50. Umps never biased at Fenway.

    Well, there's another hit.

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  51. Jesus. Almost another Homer.

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  52. Got them “somebody made a change purse out of my scrotal sack blues” and I ain’t a gonna be treated this a way....

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  53. Hernandez is a lousy ump. Better check this.

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  54. Time to go drown my sorrows in ice cream and forget about this miserable sport.

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  55. First Apple Watches, now telephones....

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  56. Crybabies don't like high and tight.

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  57. The Yankees' phone doesn't work. In the playoffs. At Fenway. Imagine that.

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  58. Want to know the difference. Of course you do. Here it is. Mookie didn't hesitate to throw to first and almost got Torres. Judge waited just a hair too long to see if Benintendi was really going, and lost the edge. We're going down if we don't wake up.

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  59. Only three, six to go. IF they come back, how crushing would that be?

    Sale gone in or at end of sixth, at best. Then the soft underbelly.

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  60. John reminded us that last year, we lost the first two to Cleveland, then won. Lost the first two to Houston, and almost won.

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  61. So fucking glad Happ really pitches well fucking against fucking the fucking Sox fuckit.

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  62. Hicks hits. 10 pitches, too.

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  63. We can ill afford to lose Hicks at this point. Oh shit...........

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  64. Umps are calling this for the league office.

    Strikes SIX FUCKING INCHES OFF THE PLATE called for sale.

    The league office obviously wants this to be a five game series.
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  65. Gardy takes over. Time for an old guy to become a legend if he ignites the offense. Or defense. I

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  66. Rufus you need one of my Percocets. Or maybe three

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  67. What the fuck. Just watch game five. The fucking asshole league office wants that, so the umps will make sure.

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  68. Sick inches below the knees. Strike Three!

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  69. We need to get Sale up to 80 pitches here. He's losing velocity already.

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  70. Rufus, what are you drinking? I want some

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  71. He'll have to hit a ball six inches outside and six inches low for a home run in order for the Yankees to score.

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  72. Bombay Sapphire martini followed by sav. blanc.

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  73. I'm just so fucking pissed at the league for making the umps biased.

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  74. 74 pitches after four. Be good to get him out in five.

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  75. Nice martini. Best gin there is, omo.

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  76. How can you hit a fucking pitch a FOOT outside?

    The umps are giving that to sale.

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  77. Whom the gods would destroy they first make mad.

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  78. Green isn't exactly masterful today.

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  79. And got him.

    We need to wear Sale out this inning. He's not up to snuff on stamina, methinks.

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  80. Need to light him up.

    ...but that's kinda hard with a three foot wide strike zone. People not named AnDUjar don't hit that well in those circumstances.

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  81. Rufus, my good fellow, there is no need for decorum here. FUCK BOSTON

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  82. Got them ice cream sandwich spoiled orange juice spilled milk dog shit croissant Sanchez is a piece of crap ground out number 2 blues...

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  83. 80. They're not exactly wearing him out.

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  84. 9 fucking pitches. Fucking motherfucking fuckheads.

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  85. This is like watching paint dry...

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  86. Not if it was the last vaginalike city on Earth.

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  87. Yes, there is no need to restrain ourselves tonight. That would be asking too much from this crew. I guess there will be no juju intervention tonight. I’m going to walk the dog and 15 minutes and meditate by the World War I doughboy statue near me. I’m going to think about sacrifice, focus, and what really counts.

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  88. We’re talking about the back door, John M

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  89. If there is a god, he will bring the automated strike zone next year.

    This umpiring sucks.

    No it SUCKS!

    No, IT SUCKS!

    NO,

    IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!, IT SUCKS!

    Did I mention that the umpiring really sucks?

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  90. Oh, sorry, 13bit. That's different.

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  91. Rufus, what are you trying to say?

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  92. I am told that the Apollo astronauts looked at Fenway from space and said “that looks like a gigantic asshole in the middle of Boston.“ I have that on good word from Mission Control. I have actually been against the automated strike zone until tonight. This is an abomination.

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  93. Hoosegow is a great old word.

    Awry is good, too, but less colorful.

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  94. John M,

    I think I mean the umpiring really, really, fucking sucks. Like absolute vacuum through a perforated pipe sucks.

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  95. Oh, I see what you're saying.

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  96. You know, as miserable as this game has been so far, we've still got 4 innings left, and we're only down 5. Not to sound like an optimist or anything, but in this crappy little bandbox-that-looks-like-a-parking-garage park, that ain't all that much.

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  97. 13bit, are you sure they didn't say festering boil?

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  98. They can all go to their hotel tonight and look into the abyss, then decide whether or not they are going to play like champions or drown like rats.

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  99. John M,

    Fire the one behind the plate tonight, and all the other ones that 'want to be the focus of the game'

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  100. My point exactly, Bern. The key is getting rid of Sale.

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  101. I don't see either manager chirping at the ump on the strike zone. Usually if it's that bad the managers let them know. What I DO see is failure to adjust to the strike zone, however shitty it might be.

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  102. THEY JUST REFERRED TO JOHN STERLING AS "THE GREAT JOHN STERLING"!!!

    These announcers still suck, but at least they got one thing right.

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  103. You can't spell Trump without Ump.

    Think about it.

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  104. Rufus, they might have mentioned festering boil and they might have mentioned bloody hemorrhoids, but there was a lot of static on the line and there is some debate at Mission Control about what exactly they said. What has been established beyond a doubt, though, is that they all started vomiting into their space bags while they were discussing this serious issue.

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  105. We need somebody to start a new game thread. This one needs to end.

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  106. You hear guys like this, making good money doing TV games, and any criticism of Sterling goes out the window. He and Susan give a fair assessment, and they have personality. Not like these mortician mouths.

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  107. God bless NASA. They are very observant.

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  108. “Mortician mouth” is a good praise. I was driving across country years ago and the only way I could listen to games was on SIRIUS and, at that time, you only got the home team announcers. When they played Boston, I kept thinking how did those assholes sounded in the Boston booth.

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  109. Blogger 13bit said...

    We need somebody to start a new game thread. This one needs to end.

    Hope it wasn't something I said...

    Actually, I don't care.

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  110. It wasn't what you said, Ruf. I thought it might change our luck. Clearly, it made no difference. Having a crisis of faith today.

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