"Hell, there are no rules here - we're trying to accomplish something." - Thomas A. Edison
"I have found that people who can successfully resist temptation invariably lead depressingly stunted lives." — C.D. Payne
"So don't weep for me now, my friends, because science insists that I have not died.
Energy just always changes state and I refuse to believe that human consciousness is the sole exception to this universal law."
- Mark Millar
"Do only butterflies die in flames? What about those devoured by the flames within them?" - E.M. Cioran

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

A Quest Called Tribe

ETrain: "So, Fausto Carmona has already allowed three runs in the first inning.  His stride is flying all over the place and he cannot throw strikes.  On top of that Jack Hannahan made a stupid error.  As someone who blogs about the team, how long am I required to watch this game before I give up?"

Jerry: "It's a minimum of six innings."

ETrain: "Six innings?  That's ridiculous."

Jerry: "Well, I could give you a break if you weren't at opening day.  Were you?"

ETrain: "Uh... Does it count if I don't remember it?"

Jerry: "As long as you're not wearing any Indians gear right now."

ETrain: "I really shouldn't wear my hat inside..."

Jerry: "Six innings!  No matter how bad Fausto looks."

ETrain: "God damn it."

Ahh, the wisdom of Seinfeld.  In the wake of the only two wins over the past 12 games coming by 1-0 scores, in the shadow of being 2-hit last night, under the weight of a 3-0 first inning deficit, the Indians played as we had seen play so often through April and May.  They strung together hits.  They did the little things.  They kept everyone involved.  And, hell yes, they won.

Orlando Cabrera had 3 hits and 2 RBI.  He had produced 5 hits and one rib-eye all month coming in.  Shin-Soo Choo reached base 3 times.  He had not done so since May 22nd.  He scored three runs.  He had not done that all season.  The game went so well that the official scorer took away Hannahan's error in the aftermath.

The bullpen mafia was out in full force.  In his last two games Chris Perez has faced six hitters and struck out 5.  Rafael Perez (1.32), Vinnie Pestano (1.52, nasty!) and Tony Sipp (2.22) put together three shutout innings to pick up the luckiest man on earth: Fausto Carmona.  Carmona: 7 H, 2 BB.  Mafia: 0 H, 2 BB.  Fausto was "gutty" enough to earn the win tonight, but please realize that the man leads the league in earned runs allowed (59) and did little to help his cause this evening.  Carmona (4-8, 5.79) actually saw his ERA rise from its pre-game level with the removal of the E-5 and he needed 103 pitches to make it through 5 frames and qualify for the win.  Was it an improvement over his last 5 starts (0-5, 9.55)?  Well, yes, but an invasion of CHUDs would have been as well.  We shall see.


Cheers.

90 Seconds On El BJ

So, LeTrash thinks that he is better than all of us, that we have to let go of our hatred and return to the problems of our everyday lives.  Even if we give the guy the benefit of the doubt and dismiss the possibility that he was rubbing our faces in the fact that he makes $50mil a year while we have to worry about what we order at Wendy's, LeBrat is still living in a fantasy.  Could he honestly believe that fans (short for fanatics by the way) should be less impassioned about professional sports?  The boy should be clamoring for more hate, more irate indignation.  I get the impression that LeTard thinks that if all of the fans went away, if all of us suddenly recognized the frivolity of the NBA and focused more energy on the "real world," that he would still be flush with green.  In that Sprite addled cerebral cortex, he believes that he would be a superstar gazillionaire if we did not have the need to see over-sized goons throw a rubber ball through a metal ring.  Shut the fuck up, LeWaaaaaaah and try get some perspective on something that you have not spent 18 seconds living in, ever, the real world.

Why was this on my mind?  On Cleveland.com, some idiot posted best wishes to Mike Brown with the Lakers. Now, I am in no mood to rehash the glaring absences of his tenure, the gargantuan gaps that any normal coach could fill, so I shall not speak of him as a coach, rather as a teacher.  Given the most talented 18-year in basketball history, Mike Brown reared him, mostly by laissez-fair, into the scoundrel that he is today.  Thanks to Brown's tutelage, Queen James is spoiled child, a ego-maniacal boor; he is a waste of time.  Thus, I am done talking about him.

And Mike Brown, I hope you lose 27 in a row, you worthless piece of syphilitic shit.

Cheers.

Flick to Click: Bellflower



Opens 08.05.11

Pretty Girl 06.15.11 - Jennifer Lothrop

And to think, Dave Holmes must have hit this.  Unbelievable.