Thursday, August 28, 2003
ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER, MARINERS MAKE IT TWO
It's just not good enough to be down by one game to the A's, so the Mariners decided to suck again.
This team just lost a series to the damn Devil Rays. Pathetic.
Pedro Martinez today bore the name of Jorge motherf(inagl)ing Sosa.
Boone, though he made an error, stepped up and hit a dong to tie the game.
Freddy Garcia pitched okay and got into the 7th, but he did give up a home run to friggin Al Martin. Come on.
Rhodes pitched okay.
First and second with 2 down in the 4th, and Cameron was caught looking. Sick.
Olerud got three hits and drove in a run in the 6th.
In the same inning, Randy Winn came up with the sacks full and two out and bounced out...to the catcher.
The sick thing is all the offensive threats the Mariners had, I just listed above.
In times like these, everything goes wrong. Case in point: Shiggy couldn't hold a tie game. Somehow I had the feeling that the Devil Rays were going to get that run back. I didn't figure it would be on a 2-out home run.
Dick Fain was filling in for Softy today, and before he interviewed Willie Bloomquist, he mentioned Willie's name in the same context with "offensive capability." I was yelling at the radio in my delivery truck I was so mad. Usually I'm akin to the Mariner feelings of one Dick Fain, but this time, such was not the case.
By the way, with the Mariners down to their last out, Bob Melvin pulls Dan Wilson (a good thing)...for John Mabry (a very bad thing)?!!?!!!?!?!?!?!?! Something needs to be done about this bench, but I know nothing will happen.
The Mariners have basically played .500-ball since that 11-1 east coast swing that wound through Philly and Shea. For three damn months we've heard out of Gillick and Melvin, "we'll turn it around" or "we'll come around once we get healthy." Three months. Nothing's happened. What makes anyone think that the team will shake itself out of playing .500-ball for the better part of three frigging months? Humans and the Mariners are creatures of habit, you know.
And just to rub it in (get your barf bucket ready), the winning pitcher for the A's today (who have won SIX STRAIGHT and just might be on their big run again this year): JOHN FRIGGING HALAMA. Barf away.
This team just lost a series to the damn Devil Rays. Pathetic.
Pedro Martinez today bore the name of Jorge motherf(inagl)ing Sosa.
Boone, though he made an error, stepped up and hit a dong to tie the game.
Freddy Garcia pitched okay and got into the 7th, but he did give up a home run to friggin Al Martin. Come on.
Rhodes pitched okay.
First and second with 2 down in the 4th, and Cameron was caught looking. Sick.
Olerud got three hits and drove in a run in the 6th.
In the same inning, Randy Winn came up with the sacks full and two out and bounced out...to the catcher.
The sick thing is all the offensive threats the Mariners had, I just listed above.
In times like these, everything goes wrong. Case in point: Shiggy couldn't hold a tie game. Somehow I had the feeling that the Devil Rays were going to get that run back. I didn't figure it would be on a 2-out home run.
Dick Fain was filling in for Softy today, and before he interviewed Willie Bloomquist, he mentioned Willie's name in the same context with "offensive capability." I was yelling at the radio in my delivery truck I was so mad. Usually I'm akin to the Mariner feelings of one Dick Fain, but this time, such was not the case.
By the way, with the Mariners down to their last out, Bob Melvin pulls Dan Wilson (a good thing)...for John Mabry (a very bad thing)?!!?!!!?!?!?!?!?! Something needs to be done about this bench, but I know nothing will happen.
The Mariners have basically played .500-ball since that 11-1 east coast swing that wound through Philly and Shea. For three damn months we've heard out of Gillick and Melvin, "we'll turn it around" or "we'll come around once we get healthy." Three months. Nothing's happened. What makes anyone think that the team will shake itself out of playing .500-ball for the better part of three frigging months? Humans and the Mariners are creatures of habit, you know.
And just to rub it in (get your barf bucket ready), the winning pitcher for the A's today (who have won SIX STRAIGHT and just might be on their big run again this year): JOHN FRIGGING HALAMA. Barf away.
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