Wednesday, June 30, 2010


June 30 th

WINNER: Baltimore Orioles !

The birds continue to play very poorly. They will complete
the season in last place keeping the Rays out of the cellar.

Thanks Baltimore


Sunday, June 27, 2010


June 27 th

WINNER: B.J. Upton

Not hustling on fly ball hit to centerfied. They teach players (4 years old) in the T-Ball leagues to alwasy hustle when you are on the field.

What was the dust up about with Long and B.J. ? If I were GM of Rays, B.J. would be released today. Zilla can play centerfield.


Saturday, June 26, 2010

Well, a no-hitter is a no-hitter, but still...

I felt the misery of not seeing my guys lay down a chopper to short center, just the one, and the hypnotic draw of a previously kind-of-okay pitcher (who got his post-sesason chops with the Rays in '08) going for the no-no. The announcers didn't mention it, that I heard, till the ninth inning; I'd been hoping that a long at-bat for Arizona would get inside his head on the bench & cool off that crazy throwing arm, but no such luck. The cavalry didn't gallup in. In fact, all their first-pitch swinging is getting on my nerves. Still, the Rays getting no-hit for the second time this season, and once last year seems a bit much. There are way worse teams this should be happening to. And, yes, my 3 fantasy teams, overloaded with Ray-guys, are tanking this week. Still, this guy over at Sports Illustrated thinks it's simply random. I'm not sure the sample he's studying is large enough, but no-hitters are a pretty rare event. Still, twice in a season? Nasty.

Friday, June 25, 2010


June 24th

NO AWARD - someone has to work. Good idea playing 12:00 Thursday. There is no one watching the "GIRLS PLAY".


Thursday, June 24, 2010


June 23, 2010

NO Winner, the entire team played like a girl.

Longoria ALL STAR 3rd man - NO WAY. With men on base he has
not had a hit in three weeks!


Wednesday, June 23, 2010


June 22 award:

Winner: Joe (Where is my computer I need to change pitchers) Madden
His poor strategy in ninth inning (trying to steal second) needing one
run to tie was terrible. He ("blew-up") a possible game winning rally.


Vuvuzelas May Have Cost Marlins a Game

Vuvuzelas May Have Cost Marlins a Game

Monday, June 21, 2010

Totally Insane Game from Hell: Rays v. Marlins, Sat. 6/19/10

My honey decided to do something terrific for me for vacation -- well, several terrific things, actually -- and bought us tickets to see the Rays play the Marlins, yes, outdoors, at what I like to call Joe Robbie Stadium. Since we'd previously had problems with finding the car in the rain after the game, we were prepared with ponchos and photos. ========>
He spent a bundle and got us 5th row aisle seats, right behind the netting at home plate... awesome view, waiters standing by to bring you overpriced dogs and such to your seat, and enough other Rays fans nearby to help with cheering. Oh, yeah, they'd scheduled fireworks and two famous merengue musicians for the post-game show. Oh, yeah, and Marlins mgt were giving away free vuvuzela horns, long black sticks, made in China & advertising some Miami company, to the first 15,000 people who showed up, in honor of the horns they blow in South Africa during World Cup games. Well, I knew we were leaving before the merengue began, and I thought the noisemakers would be like those thundersticks or cowbells that other teams give away. Well, wrong-o.

The noise was deafening and painful. The kids, of course, started blowing before they'd even climbed the ramp. So did many of their parents. So did the guys who'd been tailgating -- or not. Saw some with a beer in one hand, a horn in the other, not sure which to put in their mouth first.  Something about the timbre, the tone, the note, the reflection of the sound off the empty seats... it was LOUD! PAINFULLY LOUD! So loud the tv and radio broadcasts were nearly untelligible. So loud the players wore earplugs during the game. So loud that on the way out, the usher said "Good night, thanks for coming, address your complaints to Guest Relations." If we could have gotten our money back, I would have left. There was one guy, a Rays fan, there with his wife & 8-year-old son, so he had 3 horns. Several times, he blew them all at one time. Another time, he blew one into another into another. Another time, he blew one into the Rays cowbell noisemaker he'd brought, making a really loud noise that echoed off the metal and bounced backwards into my ear. And you can't tell anyone not to blow these things, because they'd been given out specifically for people to blow on!

So when I heard on Baseball Tonight that in the 9th inning, Fredi Gonzalez had a mis-communication with the umpire about his lineup card and the wrong guy batted and Joe Maddon caught it and complained and the batter had to sit down, I wasn't surprised. There was no way to hear anything! You had to lean into someone's ear just to say you were going to the ladies room. Oh, yeah, sitting right in front of us was a woman and her father. She arrived already wearing earplugs and he was completely deaf, but no worries... they signed to each other!!  So once the game was about to start, the announcer came on & urged us all to have fun, only blow the horns at the right time, and not to blow the horn at any appropriate times, although not mentioning when those would be.  Didn't matter... they blew the horns when the Marlins were batting AND when the Rays were batting AND when the girls were dancing, and especially when the organist played his little chant songs.
This was a delegation of government and baseball officials & their families from the Dominican Republic. One of the ministers threw out the first pitch. (That actor from Burn Notice threw out the other first pitch.) But why were all these people milling around on the field right in front of the Rays bullpen? My team couldn't see anything or warm up or play catch or whatever. Scanning the field, I saw two guys -- 1 Ray 1 Marlin (both fish?) -- meeting at 2nd base. Ray Ben Zobrist had gone out to say hi to former-Ray Jorge Cantu. They chatted and smiled, then gave two distinct man-hugs before parting, each walking back to his respective dugout. That's Ben in the photo, walking back from seeing his friend.  And when Marlinettes strut their stuff directly in front of the opposing team's dugout. What's up with that? A big sexy psych-out?

I had a moment during the national anthem. A young girl sang, maybe 11 or 12, with a terrific voice, did a great job, hit all the hard notes and didn't bend "Free" out of all recognition. She wore a t-shirt with a big red, white & blue peace symbol on the front and when she sang "bombs bursting in air," several fireworks flares shot up from the stands. The crowd cheered wildly. Since the flares represent bombs, I had a real downer moment and began to cry. Then I looked at her peace shirt, watched her stick her right hand in the air in a peace sign as the crowd applauded, and wondered what kind of courage do you need to be a kid and do that at a baseball game? 

So imagine you're at a baseball game and there are announcements, then music when a player is announced, then organ music, and crowds yelling and whistling, and then an icing of random hornblowing over it all. That's why I'm calling it the Totally Insane Game from Hell.

More here and here.  Not too many photos as my battery died in the 2nd inning.

Other highlights included finding my friends Kim & Dan at the game with the baby, and the idiot heckler two rows behind me -- louder even than the horns -- who, when lanky AL pitcher Jeff Nieman (who probably hadn't batted since high school) came to the plate as the 9th hitter, screamed at Volstad to, "...Throw him a strike.... he's got a strike zone as big as a Buick!" And later, to the way struggling Carlos Pena..."Hey, you weigh more than your batting average!"  Nasty!

Oh, and here's how we survived (which is more than Fredi Gonzalez did, as of today) -- handmade, homemade earplugs, fresh from the hot dog stand. Tore a napkin into thin strips, rolled it up, and stuck 'er in. J moistened his, but I took mine straight. ==========>

Sunday, June 20, 2010


June 20th

NO Award

Watching the US OPEN making sure my karma causes Tiger to lose


June 19th
Triple Winner: (Longoria, Bartlet, & Pena) for making consecutive fielding errors allowing the Marlins to tie game.
Runner Up: Crawford for getting thrown out attempting to steal second base two times & spoiling game winning rallies.

HomeRun announces a new major baseball award which will rival the MVP award !

The award is: Ray Who Played Like A Girl

June 18: Garza
Winner Garza who threw 71 pitches in 1 & 1/3 inning (should have thrown 10 pitches based on 100 pitches per game) & allowed 7 earned runs. (ERA for game 65.5)

Runner Up Joe (Always Play the Computer Odds) Madden for not taking Garza out sooner.
By the way will someone check Joe's RAM, I think he needs upgrade.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

AKI? Really? For A-Rod?

Interesting that this blogger thinks the Yanks should grab the recently-sent-down from the Pirates Akinori Iwamura. His knees were shot when he slid into 2nd for the Rays in 2008, and seem not to have come back after surgery. But he does play great 2nd & 3rd, could be a contact hitter if he was with a decent team {whispering} in case Alex can't play...


After Friday's debacles:
 New York Yankees      41     26    .612      -- 
 Tampa Bay Rays         41    26     .612     --    
 Boston Red Sox          41    28     .594     1.0
 Toronto Blue Jays       37    31     .544     4.5    
 Baltimore Orioles       18     48    .273     22.5    
When the Yankees and Rays both lose, to keep a tie in the AL East, woo-hoo. What I don't like to see is the Sox in there. Even with DiceK on DL, they got Papi back on the juice, and a couple of guys who can catch, but still, nada, IMHO. Rays have got to get back on track... thought Bartlett's return would do that, but Garza down in 2?? WTF?!  Only good news tonight was that I have Stanton on 2 of my fantasy teams and he rocked!
The Rays look to break their losing streak Saturday night when they play the Marlins again. Jeff Niemann (6-1) will toe the rubber for the Rays, and square off against Chris Volstad (4-6) at 7:10 p.m. We have great tickets for this game... row 4 behind home plate and for that amount of $$, I want to see the RAYS RULE!

Oh, yeah, and would someone please just shoot the Orioles and put them out of their misery?

Friday, June 18, 2010


Casey at the Bat by Ernest Thayer

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that —
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

Originally printed in The San Francisco Examiner (June 3, 1888)

Thursday, June 17, 2010



So you want a 20 $MM contract ! Striking out with men on second and third in the 8th needing two run to tie will get you a $10,000 contract with the LAST STOPVILLE LONESOME DOVES. You will like it there, ball travels good in desert at 120 degrees C or 393.15 K

Enjoy, PBR's are .50 cent (not the wrapper).


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Baseball Girls Gone Wild

Ok, baseball girls:

Get a 150 mL beaker, 10.5 mLs KNO3, and a new nick name for David Price. How about wilde pitch or while pitch or pitch wild or wilder pitch or gene wilder pitch or tamer RAY pitch.

Triva: Karl forker's brother played for what MLB team ?

Another HomeRun

It's a HomeRun!

Now blogging for Baseball for Girls, stepping up to the keyboard, here's HomeRun, a mild-mannered professor of science, baseball expert, and Rays phan(atic) in N. Florida.  We're friends and I invited him to share this space. He gone!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Absolutely Spectacular

running catch in right field for out #1, then an even more spectacular 1-short bounce throw to the plate, way early for Jaso to tag Hanley Ramirez trying to score from third.  This HAD to be a web gem. ZOBIE! THE BEST!


Friday, June 4, 2010

Ga- Ga- Gallaraga

Term Limits, Please!

How long are we going to have to let this Bud Selig idiot rule baseball.... from only an owner's point of view? This guy brings nothing to the table. This guy has no heart and no soul. This guy thinks it's better to let a verifiably wrong call stand than to allow the reality of the rarity of the perfect game. He could have fixed -- oops! -- changed it; he has the power. Now he's just embarrassed himself again. Idiot.

Read 'em again, fool!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Noisy Night Is Something Marlins Look to Forget

Jun 20, 2:02 PM (ET)

By TIM REYNOLDS MIAMI (AP) -When Florida outfielder Cody Ross arrived for work Sunday morning, he grabbed a bright yellow vuvuzela from his locker and sent noise blaring through the Marlins' clubhouse. 

One day after horngate, the Marlins could laugh about it. A little bit, anyway.

Saturday's 9-8, 11-inning loss to the Tampa Bay Rays will be remembered for the overwhelming din created by 15,000 air horns distributed to fans in World Cup-themed giveaway, as well as the possibility that the noise caused confusion between Marlins manager Fredi Gonzalez and plate umpire Lance Barksdale - who got their signals crossed on what became a costly botched lineup change in the ninth.

Still, Marlins president David Samson beamed over the promotion, pronouncing it a clear success. "It was absolutely outstanding," Samson said Sunday. "I got two e-mails from older people and we moved their seats because it was loud. To give you an idea, that is the least number of e-mails for things that go on during the course of a game that you could possibly have." After Saturday's game, Marlins players had different views.
"Awful," Ross said.
"Brutal," second baseman Dan Uggla said.
And on Sunday, Rays manager Joe Maddon - who had said the horns should be banned by baseball - wasn't backing down, either. "They're annoying," Maddon said. "There's cool things and there's very non-cool things. That's a non-cool thing. ... You could even almost attribute the mix-up possibly last night, if there was one, to the fact that it was so loud."

The horns given out Saturday were about half the size as the vuvuzelas that provide the constant - some say annoying - buzz from the stands at World Cup matches. Nonetheless, they packed such a noisy punch for the Marlins and Rays that players and umpires quickly popped in earplugs, and conversations even in the dugouts were nearly impossible. "I'm always into some crazy ideas myself," Maddon said. "I would just put that into the column that it didn't quite work."

It might not go into the books with the same infamy as 10-cent beer night did in Cleveland in 1974, or the giveaway baseballs that turned into giveaway projectiles and prompted a Dodgers forfeit in 1995, or the gold standard for baseball marketing debacles - Disco Demolition Night at Comiskey Park in 1979.

Still, there's a good chance the horns have blared for the last time at a Marlins game. "There was some thought put into it, some foresight," Marlins vice president of marketing Sean Flynn said last week. Clearly, the Marlins didn't see this coming. 

Perennially one of the worst-drawing teams in baseball, Florida often turns to promotions in an attempt to boost ticket sales. Some are hits, some are misses, and others are messes, like the pompom giveaway last May on a breezy night - countless shiny, silvery strands blew off the toys and landed on the field throughout the game, making it seem like tinsel on the world's flattest Christmas tree.

"I never knew anybody complained about the field being loud," White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen said in Washington on Sunday. "They're not Tiger Woods. ... Baseball is supposed to be played with a lot of noise."

Whether it was the horns, the visit from an in-state rival or the Merengue concert afterward, the Marlins drew twice as many fans Saturday as they had for games earlier in the week when the Texas Rangers were in town. "I guess it was a gadget to get people out there," Rangers manager Ron Washington said Sunday. "Sometimes the fans are so loud in the ballpark you wish they would just calm down. Seriously." 

Gonzalez and Barksdale probably would have appreciated some more calm from the stands. Gonzalez went out to make changes before the ninth, and his card was clearly marked in the Florida dugout - Wes Helms batting third for Hanley Ramirez, a pitcher (it just said pitcher) in the cleanup spot for Jorge Cantu, and Brian Barden batting ninth in the customary pitcher's spot. But when Barksdale reported the change to the Tampa Bay dugout, he had Helms ninth, Barden third.

Barden summarily batted out of order, erasing a leadoff walk with the game tied in the ninth, and Gonzalez was thrown out for pleading his case. "It's an embarrassing thing and it's an unfortunate thing," Gonzalez said. "But whether we won the game or lost the game because of that, I don't think so."
AP Sports Writer Kristie Rieken in Houston and AP freelance writer Pete Kerzel in Washington contributed to this report.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Mighty Casey

It was just a week or so, Yanks/Mets on ESPN?, that Alex Rodriguez got up to bat in the ninth inning with bases loaded. He is never a sure thing, not like Jeter, or Lou Pinella or Tino Martinez or even Paul O'Neill. I turned to John and said, "There will be no joy in Mudville." "No?" he queried. And indeed he struck out with the bases loaded, didn't break the game wide open...

And yet, just yesterday, got up and got it done. Nice 4-run home-run. And just a couple of days after he nearly killed a guy with a line drive. It's not easy being thee.

Temporary League Switch...

The Phillies were playing the Marlins over the holiday weekend, so we'd had plans to go with Susan D, since her friend got discounted tickets because she was singing the National Anthem. Well, the Nova Southeastern Chorale was singing the National Anthem, and they did it quite well, when the game began, over 30 minutes late due to a slow but steady rainfall.
The game was not much to write home -- or blog -- about (fish lose 3-2), and our seats were sort of crummy (section behind visitors bullpen... I think I saw Lidge).  They don't let you bring umbrellas into the stadium (SunLife, this year), so I was wearing a turquoise hooded poncho over my NYY cap (no pix, luckily) and sitting on the wet bench, till I remembered the paper towels in the ladies room. What a bore! That's why they want a stadium with a roof -- because it always rains.  So they'll get one and then wonder why they still have no one at games. But that's another rant.

This one has to do with the fact that the chorus trudged in from the field, found their spouses / friends / wet seats, and began drinking. And what do you think happens when non-baseball-watching choristers in their cups do for fun during long slow games?  You're right if you guessed, "They sing show tunes!"

The Sound of Music, A Chorus Line, South Pacific, Annie, My Fair Lady....  it was a freakin' walk down Tin Pan Alley. Susan D gave this one group the hairy eyeball and muttered something litigious under her breath, but I kept focused on the game, what there was of it. Actually, some nice hits & catches, but not nearly exciting enough to drown out the singers. I hated to feel so curmugeonly about it, but, you know, no one was joining it!  I declared a complete game in the middle of the 7th inning, so we stretched our way back to the car, which we found with the aid of a cell-phone picture we'd taken during daylight. Good thing, too, because the big balloon doll landmarks I'd ID'd had been snugly packed up in their nighttime closets and once again the direction of the car was lost.

The next night, same place, same time, Roy Halliday threw his no-hitter. Now that would have been fun to see and I'd have had no problem shushing the singers. But by then, we were on the boat.