Did ya see that thing? That thing with the Brew Crew? It didn’t end pretty. Not that it was all bad, though.
Joey Bats came through from outta nowhere, which is to say Canada by way of Georgia. We were ready to call it a night before he did.
Louie the Count proved an unanticipated asset, keepin’ it goin’ like he’d been doin’ it all his life.
The Sdroob…what can ya say about the Stroob, except ya wish he was born with faster feet?
Gonzo Who We’re Not Payin’ keeps diggin’ out from the dirt whatever needs to be dug. He’s all right.
Willie Flo was just glad we didn’t leave him in Milwaukee. He gets spooked by the thought of that place.
Bruce the Goose looked cooked. So, it saddens me to say, did Jose Cubed. Somebody’s probably gonna hafta have “a word” with Jose Cubed, if ya get my drift.
Nimmsie the Grin stretched himself out to make the big grab when that was practically the first thing any of us saw. It’s almost creepy how he’s always grinnin’, but there’s no reason to wipe it off his face.
Devin the Rock put down the fingers, Thor played along, everybody was happy. There’s only a problem when somebody decides to get cute and heist a bag. Then we got trouble.
Thor? Thor went as far as he was told. Thor was fine. Maybe he coulda gone farther, but he’s gotta stop when the bosses tell him to stop. Not even Thor can defy the bosses.
Quarter-Rican Seth as he likes to be known took it from there, with the Gazelle Man in hot pursuit. We never knew what we were gonna get from those two, but it’s usually been OK.
Rosey the Pup and Mikey the Fort also kicked in their share. I say they’re gonna do more soon. Maybe not now, but soon.
Big Daddy Blevins has clearly lost his touch, however, and AJ Balls threw way too many of his namesake. As a result, that mob in Milwaukee got what they came for. They didn’t even have to go against the Familia to do so.
Feels like we’ve been whacked this way too many times lately. Somebody’s gonna hafta make the Brew Crew pay before we leave town.
Okay, that was funny and made me feel a little better, but is there any way you can promise me that we won’t have to watch AJ Balls ever again?
I’m not sayin’ nothin’.
Is there anybody named AJ Strikes and can they get hm?
The way Ron Darling spoke so brutally honestly about AJ Balls after the game, his new moniker is now AJ No Balls.
AJ’s efficiency was close to perfect. Just one errant strike got in the way of those eight beautifully executed balls.
I was in Miami in 2014. I went to a Marlins game with a couple of Marlins fans, Arleen and Robert. When AJ came in from the bullpen, Robert’s immediate reaction was “I hate AJ Ramos.” I certainly agree.
Also, I was angry last night when Mickey came out to replace the Gazelle Man with Blevins. Jerry hasn’t been able to get anybody out all year. I knew at that moment it was a disaster waiting to happen.
Once again a hit on Mickey the Pitching Genius reputation. Removes Gsellman after one hit and brings in “specialist” Blevins who has not been tough on lefties for ages nor tough on anyone these days–silly by the book move. Then Ramos who needs to be cut pronto, possibly with Blevins. Sandy traded all our pieces for young relief prospects so it’s time to see a couple more besides we-hardly-know-ye Rhame.
And in another example of modern day madness– Rosario, at age 22, needs “day of rest” tonight, I guess cuz it’s a night game after a night game, with Reyes, hitting .140 and with no range at SS, taking his place.
When AJ Balls had tossed his first pair of ramoses, I groaned and moaned: ‘Ballgame’. Now, this does not make me a psychic. The outcome was crystal clear. And unfortunately it was too late to mix AJ a couple new shoes and dump him in the nearest body of water, too.
Every day is St. Valentine’s Day with this mob.
Don’t forget, Greg, I’m from Jersey. My late father in law was from Newark and was in the construction industry. You got a problem with this guy Balls? You just come down to the club and we’ll talk. I know a guy who can help you out.
I’ve been thinking recently about the performance of Sandy Alderson and his two winning seasons out of seven. He likes to call our despair a trip to Panic City. That implies that we customers-clients-consumers (you know, the people who pay for all this) are irrational or not otherwise blessed with his fortitude. He’s right. I couldn’t show my face on television if I spent $150 million on this and managed to crack.500 two out of seven times in New York. That’s real calm. Madoff quality nerve.
How does a professional pitcher throw 9 pitches & 8 of them are balls ?? Unbelievable….
…and then there was today.