♦ My second baseball game was the complete opposite of the first, with our pitchers issuing thirteen walks on the way to the opposing Blue Rocks scoring 17 off of us in an eight inning game. We mustered eight runs, which really should be enough to win. I got to a 3-0 count in my first at bat and ended up striking out swinging. I think I got too complacent and expected a walk... oh well, lessons learned for next time: always be ready to hit. My second AB resulted in a ground out, and my third was a walk which allowed me to score on a wild pitch three batters later. With a cold and damp Saturday morning loss we were ready to turn it around during out next game on Thursday, but...
♦ We had a late 8PM game scheduled for Thursday night, which had turned into a beautifully sunny day after questionable summer weather earlier in the week. Unfortunately at 4:30PM I received an phone call from our league's president; he had just received an e-mail saying the field (Marymoor Park in Redmond) was damaged and would be unable to host our game that evening. After furiously calling people to make sure they wouldn't show up at Redmond (a very far drive for some), I received a call from the opposing team's manager, Jason. He told me that he had guys at the field, and that it wasn't damaged at all -- there was another team playing there! Our working theory now is that King County parks double booked the field and we got the ass end of it. Our president is investigating further, but another bump in the road for an already troubled season. Luckily we don't have long to wait, as we have two back to back games coming up:
Next game: Sun. June 27th, 4PM @ Lower Woodland (Green Lake-ish!)
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Mon. June 28th, 6PM @ Petrovitsky (Renton)
♦ But before my game tomorrow, I'll be experiencing something I never thought I would -- the Seattle Gay Pride parade! I will be decked out with gear supporting Mike Heavey (D) as he tries to get himself elected for the state's 34th Legislative District (West Seattle). Kind of a bizarre turn for me, as I am highly non-political, hate large gatherings of people and certainly love the ladies. My aversions notwithstanding, my friend needed help and if I'm going to go to one of these things I might as well go big -- that is to say, if I'm going to a parade, why not be in the parade?
♦ You know what else I'm not interested in at all? Soccer. And today definitely reaffirmed it. After getting back home from the bank, I turned on the TV while I made myself some lunch and just happened to tune in as overtime began in the U.S.A./Ghana match-up. Any sport where faking injuries and playing keep-away are legitimate and widely used strategies... well, it's just asinine. The beauty of baseball over other sports (football and basketball included) is that you have to beat the other team. You can't just build up a quick lead and then run clock off for the remainder of the game. Bottom of the ninth, up twelve runs, you still have to get those three outs -- no coasting allowed. But soccer is in a whole other level. One guy did a bicycle kick, landed on his back, got up, saw the ball had floated out of bounds, and then fell over. He wouldn't get up under his own power and a stretcher had to be brought out. He was subbed out for one minute later, running (sauntering) across the entire field while time elapsed. I got so frustrated watching for twenty minutes, I don't see how anyone could enjoy this sport for hours.
Give them nothing, but take from them EVERYTHING!
-King Leonidas, Spartan
♦ We had a late 8PM game scheduled for Thursday night, which had turned into a beautifully sunny day after questionable summer weather earlier in the week. Unfortunately at 4:30PM I received an phone call from our league's president; he had just received an e-mail saying the field (Marymoor Park in Redmond) was damaged and would be unable to host our game that evening. After furiously calling people to make sure they wouldn't show up at Redmond (a very far drive for some), I received a call from the opposing team's manager, Jason. He told me that he had guys at the field, and that it wasn't damaged at all -- there was another team playing there! Our working theory now is that King County parks double booked the field and we got the ass end of it. Our president is investigating further, but another bump in the road for an already troubled season. Luckily we don't have long to wait, as we have two back to back games coming up:
Next game: Sun. June 27th, 4PM @ Lower Woodland (Green Lake-ish!)
&
Mon. June 28th, 6PM @ Petrovitsky (Renton)
♦ But before my game tomorrow, I'll be experiencing something I never thought I would -- the Seattle Gay Pride parade! I will be decked out with gear supporting Mike Heavey (D) as he tries to get himself elected for the state's 34th Legislative District (West Seattle). Kind of a bizarre turn for me, as I am highly non-political, hate large gatherings of people and certainly love the ladies. My aversions notwithstanding, my friend needed help and if I'm going to go to one of these things I might as well go big -- that is to say, if I'm going to a parade, why not be in the parade?
Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.
-Optimus Prime, Autobot
♦ You know what else I'm not interested in at all? Soccer. And today definitely reaffirmed it. After getting back home from the bank, I turned on the TV while I made myself some lunch and just happened to tune in as overtime began in the U.S.A./Ghana match-up. Any sport where faking injuries and playing keep-away are legitimate and widely used strategies... well, it's just asinine. The beauty of baseball over other sports (football and basketball included) is that you have to beat the other team. You can't just build up a quick lead and then run clock off for the remainder of the game. Bottom of the ninth, up twelve runs, you still have to get those three outs -- no coasting allowed. But soccer is in a whole other level. One guy did a bicycle kick, landed on his back, got up, saw the ball had floated out of bounds, and then fell over. He wouldn't get up under his own power and a stretcher had to be brought out. He was subbed out for one minute later, running (sauntering) across the entire field while time elapsed. I got so frustrated watching for twenty minutes, I don't see how anyone could enjoy this sport for hours.
If you can't say something nice... don't say nothing at all.
-Thumper, Animated Rabbit
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