Category Archives: Baseball

Some Video Links Plus Added Rants

I don’t get this. He doesn’t really say anything and his pronoun references are completely vague.  It looks like someone in the GOP lower levels is trying to push the NJ gov for prez.  What about Rick Perry!!!!1!!1!1!

Sarah Palin gets put on the spot.  I can think of quite a number of people more qualified to yap about the oil spill.  Michael Berry isn’t one of them.

White male Seattle idiot police officer punches a young black woman in the face. Commenters say she deserved it.  It’s hard to watch.  I don’t think I could have stood there and just recorded it. Cops can just be criminals with guns.  One Bellaire cop shot a pro baseball player and got off — nothing happened to him.  Michael Berry blamed the baseball player’s mother for the shooting.  FAIR ENOUGH?

Related:  Pasty white boy gets ruffed up by 68 year old.  The same people showing there “balls” about a cop punching a 19 year old black girl get misty-eyed and cry Assault!!!!  Assault!!!!! when it’s one of their own.  These people are insufferable.

Lastly, I am SICK of pasty white people telling African Americans that this that or the other is their problem.  As I have said again and again, why can’t all of the pasty white concern trolls take a look at their own poor white folks and fix that?   Michael Berry and Bill Bennett need to quit acting like they’re black and get with taking care of all of the poor whites.  Wouldn’t that be novel?

Pasty white guy wants drug testing.  Who is going to pay for that?  Does the Utah Senator have some interest in a drug testing kit company?  Does the Utah Senator have a problem with people who are down on their luck?  I’d like to see him submit to a drug test on the teevee first.  Dick.

Lastly, I’m about ready to build a Mexico City style wall around my damn house.  Someone put the nicely bundled vegetation I had ready to go for next month’s green pick up by the city in my recycle cart, destroying the very expensive new freaking green yard waste bag I had ready in the process.  Whoever it was left my recycle cart in the middle of the driveway, too.  Oh, and whoever it was, cut up my Lantana, too.

Dicks — all of them.

The Tejada Thing

Who remembers Ken Caminiti?

Craig is on the tee vee.   Yeah right, Craig didn’t know either.  He played with Cami.

Kazmir

What kind of name is that?

A Day at the Ballpark

My brother got tickets to today’s Astros game, and he had enough to give me and my buddy a chance to go.  I got to spend time with my nieces, brother and sister and sister-in-law.  Our seats were’nt together but were in adjacent sections.  We decided to let one niece come sit with us every three innings.  The middle one was first and she munched on peanuts.  After the 3rd inning, we made the switch.  We were in the middle of the aisle, so after I got out with the middle niece, she found she had forgotten her peanuts.  At that point the littlest one was ready to go down the aisle.  Everyone was really nice — I said that she was a little sleepy and one guy said that as long as she wasn’t slippery, everything would be ok.  As my sis passed the peanuts, another guy said that peanuts in exchange for a sweet little girl was a good deal.  I agreed.  People at Astros games are always great.  That was the good part.

When we got there, there were a good number of Taiwanese outside with signs.  It turns out that Chien-Ming Wang was pitching.  The last time I saw so many Taiwanese at the ballpark was when the president of the country had a stopover in Houston.  I went to that game with a good number of my Taiwanese students.  One whole section in center right field was taken over by Taiwanese in that game and they held up plackards spelling out different slogans in Chinese.  We were on the third base side.  Behind us was a small group of mainland Chinese with flags and posters.  The president left after four or five innings, as did the Chinese behind us.

Back to the bad part of today’s game.  Those of us Astros fans in our section had problems with the plate umpire’s calls from the get-go.   At one point Coop came out and had words with him.  (Pushing it?  I like it.)  Royran up a ridiculous pitch count.  The pitching change blew things wide open.  Astros lost 13-0.  After the first home run, all of the dick Yankees fans started getting full of themselves.  Us Astros fans muttered to ourselves about how it is now with Philly, or Cubbies, ar Atlanta.  It’s pathetic.  We do try — us loyal Astros fans.  There is a very vocal group — the cabaneros — who were Astros pinstripes with sombrerros.

We decided to blame the loss on my brother, since it was his day and the last time we had all been was his birthday and the Astros had lost then, too.  I asserted that the ‘stros always win on my birthday, and everyone backed me up.

Doh!

Moises Alou fell off an exercise bicycle.  I can’t even remember how long he was out.

Andy Pettitte injured his arm in batting practice (!) and was out for a year.

Now Hunter Pence has fallen through a glass sliding door and will be out for about a week.

It’s only February.

Cammie

I’m going to do this without links — just from memory.

Ken Caminiti was the ultimate third baseman.  He could throw a bullet to first after digging up a near foul in the dirt.  Although my clearest memories of him are of great defensive plays (it’s probably because of the way I look at baseball), my last memory of Cammie was in the very last game played at the Astrodome.

(Gees, I’m writing this while watching the news — Tom DeLay managed to get in front of a camera again.  He’s trying to energize the fundies. Didn’t he move?)

Like I was saying, Cammie was the only one to hit the damn ball in that game.  It was yet another example of Bagwell and Biggio and the rest collapsing when playing the Braves.  But not Cammie.

I was in Mexico City when the big deal went down that scattered the Astros.  I was walking down a street in the Zona Rosa — with my best friend — and heard the news.  I couldn’t believe it.  Cammie went on to get an MVP of the World Series for the Pads.  I remember reading that at one point his injuries had him on the floor.  Someone shot him up, at his request, so he could play.

I feel bad now about all the years that I made fun of his player of the game interviews on the local Astros’ radio network.  Cammie just loved to play ball and sacrificed more than he knew he was.

All the talk is about Clemens and Pettitte, but the fact that Cammie’s name was part of the report — with no note that, unlike the others, he did it out of a sense of responsibility and contributing to his team — however misguided that was — makes me sad.  Cammie was the ultimate team player.  Not out for glory or money — just a win for his team.

That’s how I will always remember him.  All those long throws to first, all those seemingly impossible hits and the rallies he started.   Cammie was a good guy.

 Late link: Ann Althouse looks for links out of the story.  It’s really not worth going to unless you are bored at work. 

PW morans finally peter out (don’t you people have anything better to do? sheesh)

UPDATE!!!

Like a swarm (it’s like having roaches or fleas), they come and look at the “About” page looking for?  Hell if I know.  It’s not as if they’ll get more info from my little blog than they did at Jeffy’s.  None can comment or won’t.  I don’t care. 

Jeffy was wrong to post my personal information in his comments, but hey, he’s known for doing such things or leaving them up.  He doesn’t seem to care about what’s right or wrong — just getting his kicks.  That’s fine.

At any rate, it looks like Jeffy has held up another shiny thing and all of his 3 to 4 commenters and his sybil-like personalities are finally occupied.

At least I have a job — and try as Jeffy might (or any of the other ding-dongs) — he’s not going to impact my employment.  Should he try, he’ll just be brushed off as the blithering idiot that he is.  See, here’s the thing — Jeffy could publish my work info because I work.  Even if I wanted to retaliate, what would I point to?  That public toilet of a blog he maintains?  And that would prove what?  He runs a public toilet?  So?

Update:  And even after I post this, yet another moran clicks and looks at the ‘About’ page.  Brick.

Update 2:  Baaawaahaa

Update 3:  I spoke too soon.