Monday, September 04, 2006
i hate steve trachsel.
I espoused this position earlier in the season, and recall distinctly a conversation with TBF where he ever-so-gently pointed out that while I might hate him, the Mets won - a lot - when he was pitching. But he still struck me, the girl who cannot figure out numbers (although tonight TBF told me about Win Shares, and I just ordered a book, because that actually seems like the kind of number I can understand ), as a really bad pitcher, and not just because he was a (to quote Roger Angell on another pitcher) a “notorious mound-dawdler.”
On Jessica’s blog the other week I noted that I am quite sure Trachsel has excellent run support because the entire team says, “Oh, fudge, *Trachsel*’s pitching tonight, better get busy.” TBF thinks they get busy because otherwise they would fall asleep while he was pitching.
Tonight, however, there was no getting busy on either side of the plate, and I need someone - anyone - to explain to me what is so great, exactly - about Julio Franco? I have NO recollection of this man being Mr. Clutch, ever. I can’t even make the jokes about his walk-on music any more (wait, that’s not true, right now they’re in the spirit of, “What would Jesus do, Julio? Jesus would get a home run here,” and they are made by TBF, because I never want to offend anyone sitting around us.)
So tonight, at the end of a long weekend, I am cranky and annoyed, and was looking forward to fighting visor-wearing US Open fans on my way out to Shea tomorrow. But I am informed there is a 70% chance of rain after 2pm tomorrow and if I do not get any baseball until Friday Mets Grrl is not going to be happy.
A METSGRRL NOTE RE: BALLS IN PLAY IN THE STANDS.
A note to the intern moron sitting in the photographer’s box sans camera: even before I knew one goddamn thing about baseball, it was clear to me from the NAME of the damn sport that the BALL was the important thing and even in my days of complete and utter ignorance of the rules, NOTHING WOULD HAVE EVER COMPELLED ME TO TOUCH A BALL THAT WAS COMING TOWARDS ME IF I WAS ANYWHERE NEAR THE FIELD. It’s just COMMON SENSE.
I hope whoever this idiot is (see photo) gets fired, or loses their credentials, or gets someone else fired.
Yes, I am cranky. Towards the end of the game I was threatening to drive out to Shea and wait for the idiots sitting behind home plate talking on their cell phones and waving. That’s exactly what I would be doing if I was sitting in $300 seats at a baseball game. Right.
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Anyone got photos of the bubblegum blowing contest to share with me? Anyone?
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