David HK

I will be absent from the thread tonight as I am attending the hometown Billings Mustangs take on the Missoula Osprey tonight. The Mustangs are a rookie league affiliate of Reds, and the Osprey of the Diamondbacks. Let's go Twins! Let's make it a perfect 2-0 with Buxton and Sano in the lineup! Good on ya, Swain, great opening salvo. Not bad fer a guy from Monta-a-a-a-a-na. And good to jog memory lane with the old-timers. One of my favorite Twins memories is listening to Herb Carneal's call when Rich Reese hit a grand slam off McNally to end his record-setting winning streak in '69. Still remember it, word for word. And, by golly, didn't we here in Twinkie land loathe the O's back then? After what they did to us in 69 and 70? Grrrrrrr..... Sorry, joining late today, now back to the action. Sheesh, 7 hits and 1 stinkin' run. (CBU of sorts).

I'm going to say 'unequal.' The more I see of Rosario, the more I like him. I think he's going to improve his zone awareness and walk rate to some extent, (not a great deal because of his innate aggressiveness), and develop even more power as he matures. Plus, I love his moxie. The Twinks need a large dose of that, for sure.

And as long as the game is getting underway just as I head to class, (fk), I'll make a rant/plea: Hopefully, this freefall can be slowed, and the season can finish with a lot of the kids up and learning and playing well. But for the love of God, can we at least finish above the White Sox? That will make it a successful season for me, at this point.

Maybe he's just stunned.

Hey Bark, I didn't see you out here for a while. You must be back from Kerguelen Island (which I had to google). But while there, did you run across any Kerguelen Shags? No shag like a Kerguelen Shag, I always heard.

I paused a moment before clicking, because I was looking for the "Like, but made squeamish by..." button.

Heh... Usually it's a hateful song that gets stuck in your head. I don't mind that one- with the original lyrics of course. The less I think about Milone these daze, the better.

OMG, those crabs--- My long time sweetheart was a Baltimore gal, and those are some of my fave times- Nick's at Cross Street Market, bucket of crabs laid out on newspaper, plastic buckets of local brew, oh.... heaven. Then she met the jagoff with the yacht, and I moved to China. Oh, well. So, I used to kind of like the O's, and back then, Camden Yards was still a showplace. Now--- I just wanna the see boys beat the living hell out of them Birds.

No. I am not puttin' down my pitchfork. Unless I lose my grip on my slurpee for a second, but then I'm pickin' it right back up. And I'm not using it to get TR or Molly's job, I just wanna poke 'em both in the arse a bunch of times until they start doing those jobs better.

Kept my lunch. Lost the other one, as it turned out, eh? Sheeeee--oot.

Yee haw! I'm gettin' in line with my torch! Or passing out the axe handles, anyways-- I've gotten off on some good stream of conciousness rants here, but that, Mr. Jimbo was a doozy. I'm witcha all the way!

Grrrrrr...!!! I cannot for the life of me understand why Graham was in against ARod. That makes not one iota of sense. Molly hasn't been dealt a decent deck from TR, but my God, you've got your only solid choice sitting on the damn bench in that situation. So he threw 50 pitches the other night? SO WHAT!!!!! He's 25 by-God years old! He's a 240 pound hoss of a young man, get his behind out there on that mound, and give us a chance to win! Molly, Pelf gave you a heck of a start, and you blow it (blow being the optimal verb there), by sticking sub-standard product out there in the most crucial inning of the game. Mr. M, you were one of my faves for many years. Exemplary player on and off the pitch. But you suck as a manager. Period.

Just... Wow, just... Ffffff... I wish I could say 'unbelievable,' but it's just too... believable.

Haw haw haw... hick... Wrong again! Time it took me to... ullp.. type all those ellipses... gack... Sano comes thru!

Ugh... urrp... I'm on a crowded bus, herky-jerky down the street, trying to catch up on the thread... gulp... and trying not to puke from reading with the motion, or the brrrapp... pathos of the Twinkie O. And D... gurgle... And now, the BP... Gonna lose it for sure...

It's just... What the... This f'n bullpen. All f'n year. And nothing, nothing, nothing done about it. How many times have the usual suspects just come on and surrendered? That's right, just keep trottin' them out there, maybe it'll work sometime. And of course, just as I post that, fien miraculously gets out of the mess he created. Ok, both he and Poof made me eat words today. Good. I'd rather win than be right.

Well, Poof made me eat my words a bit- (tasty!). But, guys, we're rocking the ball around the park tonight, and already gotten deep into their BP, why keep running ourselves out of innings? I didn't see Dozie, but come on, Torii- that was brutal. Be thinking out there, fer cryin' out loud.

That was a great article. I wish him all the luck in the world, to go along with that ability. He sounds like a smart guy, too, as well as having all that heart. The only sad part about it for me, was- when I saw the headline about Boyer playing for the Goldeyes, I got my hopes up, thinking it was another Boyer...

Tuned in just in time to see Poof muff that double play ball that would have killed that rally. Just.... Poof. I know he's been vastly improved over the past couple of seasons, but he is still not the guy over there. I was wondering when they moved Joe out of C, why they didn't try him at 3rd- with that arm? Come on, Killer played over there for a while. Plus, he's got the body language of Charlie Brown. He always look like a whipped dog walking around out there.

Ya know what I wanna see this week outta the boys? I wanna see pitches busted in on A-Rod’s knuckles. I wanna see a Yankee shortstop get put in the 3rd row on a DP slide, and if he beefs, tell him it’s 4-year-old payback from Nishioka. I wanna see Dozie or Poof slap a tag on a runner with some meaning. I wanna see some swagger, I wanna see some fight. I wanna see 10-pitch at-bats, and plenty of ‘em. I don’t wanna see anything remotely resembling Minnesota Nice. Go into that Bronx like you own it for change. By golly, call up Arcia just for the sheer moxie of it. I wanna kick- some- Yankee- a$$. Win or lose, I don’t care. Just show me something this week, boys.

Good work, JB, well done on the opener. I've gotta go to bed now, early AM ahead, so I'll miss the game. That Sunday lineup almost makes me glad I'll be sleeping through it. However----- I checked out the Vikings game for a while just for the fun of it, and cuz I kind of missed 'em- and here's my random thoughts: (Heh, oops, somehow I managed to hit 'post'- I take it all back.) OK, here's my random thoughts: It might just be due to the baseball/football mentality dichotomy- and I've heard plenty of healthy debate and witty commentary about it. I'm a fan of both sports, although I do prefer the Lord's Game, the National Pastime, etc. It's just that... well... OK, here it is. I could barely hang on to the broadcast because the announcers were just one long stream of stupid. I mean, just downright stupid. To paraphrase Basil Fawlty, they're masters of pointing out the bleeding obvious, for one thing, and willfuly mangling the English language, for another. Dick and Bert get plenty of well-earned criticism, but my gawd, I'll take that crew any day over having to listen to the drivel on the Vikes side of things. They seem to think they have to talk down to some kind of earthy level to communicate the action and their 'profound' thoughts, and the verbiage the PBP guy uses- holy cow, he seems to have a 3rd grade level thesaurus by his side to keep coming up with really dumb ways to describe somebody hitting another guy. There's talking to your audience and there's condescending to them. You don't have to speak at a level barely above grunting to show you're 'one of the guys' or whatever they're attempting. Have some respect for your audience. Shine your shoes for the fat lady, fer Chrissakes. Anyways, there it is, my midnight confession. Have away. And go, Twinkies.

No thanks. Leake, maybe. The rest- nah. Unless, of course, TR has developed a fetish for giving super-size contracts to 30 something pitchers on the verge of career-ending suck.

Heh... true that. By golly, tho, it's nice to find something to smile about in the midst of the home team suck-fest.

Awesome! '62 Rambler with space-age push-button transmission. Built like a tank, probably pig-iron. The car I learned to drive on. Thanks for the memories!!

Wow- just stopping by on a busy day- can Sano get a HR cycle? solo, 2-R, 3-R, and GS? Wouldn't that be a good gosh-darn day?