IdahoBert

Keith! Walks..,

I jinxed him….

Don’t strike out Riley this guy sucks

Jeez Louise these pitches of Flaherty’s are all bending radically.

When I start feeling bad for the way we’re beating up an opponent I remember what Kratos in God of War tells Atreus: “Close your heart to them, boy,”

8ft tall Meadows steals 2nd.

Parker! Walks!

5-0.

Wenceel

Parker with a big smile in the dugout.

Parker earns his keep! Great belly slide catch.

Meadows would’ve caught that

Halfway there. But given the run drought I think I need more.

Yes

Ding Dong

Greene getting his 1.3 strikeouts per game out-of-the-way quickly.

Carp

He’s no Wenceel Perez when comes to a return….

When he was on that St. Louis broadcast, he just looked really uncomfortable with the role of an analyst. He might be more of a sidekick than an analyst and and that’s not to say anything bad about him, but he looked so uncomfortable. He looked like a guy that had just been given a circumcision without anesthetic Three days in a row.

Vastly worse. When you’re young and I was 19 at the time peripheral people will float into your friend circle and you just don’t know any better until you learn better.

We haven’t seen Todd Jones in the booth during the last three series. I’m curious as to what the rotation for Tigers Live actually is.

When Meadows gets hurt, he’ll be back there.

Other concerts that were really good was seeing big names in bars in Tucson, Arizona in the late 1970s. At a bar on 4th Avenue, which was Tucson’s counterculture street of the time, I saw both Tom Waits and the Talking Heads. And at another venue near the University of Arizona in a former church I saw Elvis Costello. During the Waits concert a guy who sat next to me started talking and Waits threw a drink at him, but it hit me in the face instead, and I can tell you for sure that there was gin in it. I knew Waits music pretty well because my alcoholic roommate who was getting a masters degree in History at the University of Arizona played his albums continuously. I went with another group of friends to see the Talking Heads about whom I knew nothing at all, and who I believe were on the cover of Rolling Stone that week but still not so famous that they were still performing at small venues. Everyone was going wild over them because they were all smart and I wasn’t and the music was completely over my head, which is good because I was introduced to something that I was unfamiliar with and in the end it expanded my horizons. The Elvis Costello concert was pretty good. We were sitting at a table right at the very front of the stage and he glared at me and my friends with contempt the whole time because I think that was just his thing, so I didn’t take it personally.

Best concert was spring of 1973 in San Francisco at Winterland featuring Captain Beefheart during the Clear Spot album era as the opener and John McLaughlin and the Mahavishnu Orchestra, which then included Billy Cobham. You would think that these two vastly different groups would be completely incongruent, but they weren’t. It was an ecstatic concert perhaps given an edge by the fact that I was coming down from ingesting a legal hallucinogen purchased at a health food store on Haight-Ashbury, Hawaiian Rosewood seeds, and it’s not something I would ever recommend anyone do. It was just weird, the seeds not the concert. The worst concert was the summer of 1971 on the Boston Common during their summer concert series and it had nothing to do with the group I saw, which was the Allman Brothers when everybody in the band was still alive. I spent a month on Fort Hill in Roxbury and I went with some friends that included some sketchy guys. And the sketchiest guy threw a dozen barrels of Orange Sunshine LSD into a half bottle of Boone’s Farm without telling us and in about 30 minutes in things were really really weird and there was no way I could enjoy the concert. One of the guys with us somehow didn’t make it home and the next day he called from Northern Maine and said he’d hitched a ride with people that took him all the way up to Maine instead of back to where he lived on Fort Hill.

As of 4:26 PM the White Sox lineup is available but not Detroit’s. Looking forward to see if Meadows is in it.