IdahoBert

I am making the wild assumption that a 7-0 lead in the top of the 9th means the Braves will win. In an alternate universe where are the Dodgers are on the verge of winning at home, I expect the stadium would be 1/3 empty by now. I am happy for Atlanta fans. This is one of those once in a lifetime things that means a lot to people who are deeply invested emotionally and psychologically in a team. I’m glad that somebody can find something to be happy about. Now the Tigers can move on with spending money like a drunken sailor. Some day we’ll be happy again.

I seem to remember Ernie giving shout outs to people coming to the game with friends from Kalamazoo or Benton Harbor or something like that.

I take offense at this remark. I grew up in a barn. Or at least my mother accused me as acting as if I did.

I don’t care who wins. For me it’s like being asked to choose the method of my lethal violation: Pointy stick or Phillips head screwdriver? Overall I would prefer not to.

In his defense he had no idea that voting rights would be undermined in vastly many more states.

The Astros will have four days off between games and the Braves only three therefore the Braves will win. that is if their pitchers practice fielding techniques.

Me heap big excited for World Series of Braves vs. Cosmonauts. Will bet plenty wampum on Braves at former Motownsports site.

Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables

Our pain is over The cruel days are ending And Glory is near

I don’t know if this is true but I want it to be true. It makes more sense than assuming that ownership doesn’t care about ever having a team that could do more than play 83-79 ball in perpetuity. AJ has indicated that his expectation is that they must spend. Period. It’s not like he and his crew don’t have other options now.

I’m glad someone other than the Red Sox or Yankees won the AL crown. Since I have no skin in the game I perversely seek the most anguish possible for teams I don’t like. The Astros beating the Red Sox did that for me.

I remember driving with my dad in his truck in the pre-seatbelt era and if he had to slam on the brakes his big right arm would reach across the cab and save tiny me from crashing into the dashboard. He had long arms and a good reach. If he was Canadian he might’ve made a good hockey player.

Kids these days. Back in my day our parents didn’t panic until it was 11 PM and we 11-year-olds weren’t yet safely home, we didn’t have seatbelts, or safety helmets for bikes, and we sniffed glue and did acid hundreds of times and nothing bad ever happened, but these guys can’t play a little stickball in Phoenix without getting boo-boo’s and missing out on playing time.

Don’t even mention that team. My grandmother used to say that by even mentioning the d**** you’re opening the door to him.

Speaking of Jim’s, I missed this tweet from #FakeJimLeyland on Miggy Day.

Irregardless of where he went to school his unheedless dereconstruction of the English language is appellant.

I’m not watching this game five Atlanta LA contest but I am listening on the radio and the Braves announcers said that the Dodgers are so analytic oriented that when their starting pitcher was pulled in the first inning the bat boy had to run out to the field and go to every individual player to give them an update for the Apple watches or something like that. They referred to it ANALytic. As in going too far.

This is a justifiable take on things. The upswing this year was anomalous in comparison to our expectations. Perhaps our expectations were unrealistically low and the club merely could not continue to trip over its own feet ad infinitum. I remember how the additions of Gary Sheffield or Prince Fielder were supposed to change the curvature of space-time itself if everything else remained the same which, of course, it did not. No doubt other teams too will improve, they will not remain the same, and regardless of all the deserved optimism about how this team performed this season, they were incapable of competing within the Central Division itself. Finally figuring out — and perhaps only temporarily — how to defeat the Seattle Mariners the Astros or teams in the AL East pales in comparison to the monotony of constantly losing to the Royals the Twins the Guardians and the White Sox. It might be a longer time before the dawn than we suspect.

Sort of like how Trotsky was touched out of photos where he was standing with Lenin.

Torkelson injured his ankle in a game today and was euthanized by the horse doctor 20 minutes ago. RIP.

Luke Jackson was pitching to AJ Pollock. Yes. A Jackson/Pollock matchup.

I don’t want anyone to think I’m following baseball in the postseason because I’m not, but I just want to paraphrase Ice-T’s rejoinder to Aimee Mann regarding his acting talents to say that the Red Sox can eat a hot bowl of whatever it was suggested to her as a main course.