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  1. I guess this must be what it feels like to finally pass a kidney stone. In WFAN interviews this past week, both Omar and Willie have been talking about starting help from within the organization. Two names that have been getting mentioned more and more are Soler and Evan MacClain. Just sayin'. Later
  2. Can Jeremi Gonzales become this generation's Dave Mlicki - if just for one night? Later
  3. That's it, the Indians. I saw it this morning and forgot to note what team he was with. I must have been confused by the red unis. Later
  4. Vic, While you're at Bret's place, check and see if he has an inflatable mattress for me too. I feel the same way, and like you, always did. Later
  5. Danny Graves has been sent to Buffalo (by the Reds?). Later
  6. Edgy DC wrote: Why would Willams be in right and not left? It's his arm you want to hide. Even at home in the not-so-cavernous-anymore Yankee Stadium left field, I'd fear his arm in right undoing his team more than his mobility in left. Of course, Joe Torre debuted Mookie Wilson in right, back when his arm was merely fair and not yet poor. I Agree Some thoughts: Melky has played centerfield (and right), so his arm must be at least decent. Baseball tradition says put the better arm in right. And Williams' arm would be exposed when the Yanks play in other parks with deeper right fields. Melky throws lefty. I don't know if that has anything to do with Torre putting him in left. Maybe the Yanks feel Melky is so inexperienced that he has to play near the Yankee bullpen so they can tell him where to throw the ball. I still dislike Frank Howard for what he did (as a Mets coach) to Mookie's arm. Later
  7. Vic Sage wrote: there not so much "seminal" as "semenal"... That's the word I was looking for. Later
  8. ="cooby"] Gary Sheffield - inflamed asshole - By this, do you mean he has one, or he is one? C = All of the above. Great job, Knot. I liked the alert spin, too. Later
  9. Omigosh, Cris Basak has lost his role as emergency pitcher. Hieptas must be good, because Cris was unscored upon in (IIRC) six games over the prior two years. Later
  10. Beltran 2 Valentin 2 Feliciano 1 Oliver 1 Later
  11. Centerfield wrote: 7 in a row for Lima. Money must be changing hands in betting parlors around the world. Later
  12. I don't want to see Darrin Oliver in this game. This is a perfect chance to let Aaron Heilmann prove that he can pitch 5 innings, as a tryout for the rotation. If Willie's not going to do that, let's see if Feliciano can re-capture some of his 4 inning magic from a few years ago (before Willie got here). The next starter is on the current roster, if only Willie would give one of those two guys a chance. Later
  13. Is John Murff the same guy we used to know as "Red" Murff? Later
  14. Trachsel 6 Sanchez 1 Reyes 0.5 Wright 1 Later
  15. They all were released around the same time. They have been credited with bringing what had (prior to their releases) been a bedroom genre into wide distribution. They were: Deep Throat Behind the Green Door Debbie Does Dallas Have you seen them? Which was the best? How would you rate them? Later
  16. I read in one of today's NY Daily News articles about the movie that there's another film out with the title "The DaVinci Load". Its a porn flick, the premise of which is that DaVinci used his "bodily fluids" to paint part of the Mona Lisa, and those fluids have mystical powers. One reviewer said that's probably more believable than the premise of the DaVinci Code. (I wonder how one becomes a porn movie reviewer?) Later
  17. Glavine 3 Reyes 2 LoDuca 2 Heilman 1 Sanchez .5 Julio .5 Beltran .5 Wright .5 Later
  18. BTW- Sorry I forgot to mention it in my first post in this thread. Not just a nice job. An excellent one. Later
  19. Edgy DC wrote: In general, the Mets have contained him. You can't stop Pujols. You can only hope to contain him. And watch out for So Taguchi, a frequent Met abuser. I have Rolen on my Fantasy team. I hope he stays as cold as he has been all year, then breaks out after this series. Later
  20. Compassion? Micheal Corleone to Bret:"This isn't personal, Sonny. Its business". Later
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    If this is the last MI film, I wonder if Tom Cruise had post-part depression when shooting ended. Later
  22. Yosmerio Petit pitched a scoreless inning (his major league debut?) yesterday, giving up one hit and fanning two. Later
  23. Gonzalez - 2.5 Valentin - 2.5 Beltran - 2 LoDuca - 2 Heilman - .5 Wagner - .5 Later
  24. Hillbilly wrote: Dare I say it? Pete Rose. Not if Bud Harrelson can take him on..... My vote goes to Frank Robinson. Second place on my list goes to Bob Gibson. Later
  25. Well, Dave Barry usually isn't a sportswriter.But...Enjoy(from today's NY Daily News)*********************************************************************************Remembering '60 Series never gets old As we continue to follow yet another baseball season, what's left of my mind drifts back to the fall of 1960, when the big baseball story was the World Series between the New York Yankees and the Pittsburgh Pirates. Today, for sound TV viewership reasons, all World Series games are played after most people, including many of the players, have gone to bed. But in 1960, the games had to be played in the daytime, because the electric light had not been invented yet. Also, back then the players and owners had not yet discovered the marketing benefits of sporadically canceling entire seasons.The result was that in those days young people were interested in baseball, unlike today's young people, who are much more interested in basketball, football, soccer and downloading dirty pictures from the Internet. But in my youth, baseball ruled. Almost all of us boys played in Little League, a character-building experience that helped me develop a personal relationship with God."God," I would say, when I was standing in deep right field - the coach put me in right field only because it was against the rules to put me in Sweden, where I would have done less damage to the team - "please, please, please don't let the ball come to me." But, of course, God enjoys a good prank as much as the next infallible deity, which is why, when He heard me pleading with Him, He always took time out from His busy schedule to make sure the next batter hit a towering blast that would, upon reentering the Earth's atmosphere, come down where I would have been standing, if I had stood still, which I never did. I lunged around in frantic, random circles, so that the ball always landed a minimum of 40 feet from where I wound up standing, desperately thrusting out my glove, which was a Herb Score model I had treated with Neat's-foot oil so it would be supple.Even though I stunk at it, I was into baseball. My friends and I collected baseball cards, the kind that came in a little pack with a dusty, pale-pink rectangle of linoleum-textured World War II surplus bubble gum that was far less edible than the cards themselves. Like every other male my age who collected baseball cards as a boy, I now firmly believe that at one time I had the original rookie cards of Mickey Mantle, Jackie Robinson, Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, Jim Thorpe, Daniel Boone, Goliath, etc., and that I'd be able to sell my collection for $163 million today except my mom threw it out.My point is that we cared deeply about baseball back then, which meant that we were passionate about the 1960 Pirates-Yankees World Series matchup. My class was evenly divided between those who were Pirates fans and those who were complete morons. (I never have cared for the Yankees, and for a very sound reason: The Yankees are evil.) We followed every pitch of every game. It wasn't easy, because the weekday games started when we were still in school, which for some idiot reason was not called off for the World Series.That series went seven games, and I remember how it ended. School was out and I was heading home, pushing my bike up a hill, listening to my cheapo little radio, my eyes staring vacantly, mind locked on the game. A delivery truck came by, and the driver stopped and asked if he could listen. Actually, he more or less told me he was going to listen - I said okay. He turned out to be a rabid Yankees fan. The game was very close, and we stood on opposite sides of my bike for the final two innings, rooting for opposite teams, he chain-smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes, both of us hanging on every word out of my tinny little speaker.And, of course, if you were around back then and did not live in Russia, you know what happened: God, in a sincere effort to make up for all those fly balls he directed toward me in Little League, had Bill Mazeroski - Bill Mazeroski! - hit a home run to win it for the Pirates.I was insane with joy. The truck driver was devastated. But I will never forget what he said to me. He looked me square in the eye, one baseball fan to another, after a tough but fair fight - and he said a seriously bad word. Several, in fact. Then he got in his truck and drove away. ****************************************************************************Later
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