Friday, May 04, 2007
LET A MAN COME IN AND DO THE POPCORN (PART 1)
8th inning:
“Oh, my god, Gary, stop talking about the f’ing popcorn.”
“All that matters is--” TBF intones, “--Endy is The Man.”
Not a nail biter, but not a clean sweep either. I am struck by Maine’s command, my serene knowledge that, even with men on first and second, he will get us out of it - and he does.
Julio Franco is now officially the oldest man I will never make fun of. Does that count as a water landing?
I am a little sad, though, that he is not the oldest man to have a celebration dance with Jose Reyes. (Just a hug.)
I love the view of the dugout at Chase Field. But tonight I was rueing that I had not been more diligent with my Spanish lessons (and no, not the ones from the Jose Reyes Spanish Academy).
The story about Lo Duca’s mom (from Gary and Ron) was just heartbreaking.
And - Damion Easley and the double play - did you watch that? No flamboyance, no wasted movement whatsoever. Seriously, if the man is just so - zen.
In the end, the popcorn doesn’t matter, but I am indignant on Endy’s behalf.
They rock.
But I missed the story of Paul LoDuca’s mother… can you fill me in?
And yes, enough with the replays and analysis of the popcorn. I love Gary Cohen tons, but enough was enough with that!