I’m not really watching that closely, but I am noticing that the United States is once again getting their butts kicked in the Ryder Cup. I think that if they want to win this thing they will probably have to move it to a place on the schedule where U.S. golfer are in prime condition. Honestly, this is a post-season thing for PGA Tour players and it doesn’t look like they are at their best.
Going into tonights game I think we had gotten a little too confident. After winning last week without our two strongest players we felt assured that we were going to compete well tonight. Unfortunately, we just didn’t get going out of the chute fast enough and couldn’t catch up. We lost 6-9 to bring our record to 1 win and 8 loses. But, there were two monster highlights.
- Great picnic after the game. I think everyone stayed to enjoy hotdogs and snacks after the game. We even invited the other team to join in. It was good fun and a great way for everyone to just chill out and enjoy a nice cool evening. Absolutely perfect.
- I continued my streak of weird at-bats. Tonight I started off as the first batter in the game and got called out on strikes. But I backed that up with a stand up triple that I somehow turned into a pickle and error causing homerun. I hope that I am an inspiration to fat pastors everywhere. I hope that people see me and say… "I can do that." My plan is always quite simple… just keep running until it’s clear you can’t go anymore. Two things about the error laden HR I’d like to share. First, I had decided that since we were down by 9 runs at the time that I had to get something started. I really wanted to get a rally going. So as I took that pitch I was very motivated to do something… thankfully it panned out. Second, I totally called it. I told the guys in the van on the way to the game that if I got to 3rd I was not going to stop.
p.s. Still no sign of our beloved cat Violet.
If you don’t know the story of France’s Zidedine Zidane’s foul in the world cup, read about it here. Basically this one moment of stupidity cost France a chance to win the World Cup… the largest sporting event in the world. (4 times as big as the Super Bowl)
So, with all that said… enjoy this spoof.
In case you haven’t noticed, the Detroit Tigers are just about the best team in baseball. Somewhere there in Hell, Michigan Satan has cancelled his Fourth of July BBQ and had to mysteriously start wearing ice skates.
This may seems sarcastic, but even in our 4th loss of the year I had a good time last night. It’s not that we’re a terrible team or anything… it’s just that we’re in a good league and we’re not a great team. I’m still optimistic that we may break through and actually win a game this year.
Part of the fun from yesterday was the attitude of the other team. The guys from the Perfecting Church were gracious and kind and displayed excellent sportsmanship. They were clearly better than us, but we kept it competitive, and they were very complimentary and received compliments well.
I had a "good night" in that I got on base a lot. I’ve still not mastered the old "golf swing versus softball swing" dilemma as I can always make solid contact… it’s just right up the middle instead of over the infields head. But I went 3-3 all with infield hits. Of course, everyone is going to talk about my in-field, 2 error triple for a long time.
This is what happened. In the 5th inning we needed 3 runs to continue the game… or else we’d get mercied. I hit the ball hard, but right at the 3rd baseman. I did my best to run out the play but got beat by a step for the 2nd out. But the ball went past the 1st basemen and up against the fence. So, I felt like being aggressive and rounded first and headed for second. Well, 5 steps before I got there I could see the 2nd basemen ready for the ball to arrive so I pull up and was getting ready to either get tagged out or get in a rundown. But the 2nd baseman dropped the ball. So… I rounded 2nd and headed for third. (Of course, the 3rd base coach was screaming at me to stop!) As I finally made it to 3rd, all the folks from the church were half laughing and half roaring as the umpire called me safe. It was a riot! The funny thing was as I got to 3rd is I had already decided that if the 3rd baseman dropped the ball I was going home no matter what. But it didn’t happen. The next batter hit a homerun.
We still lost, but that was a great memory.
I have to admit that I don’t even like Major League Baseball very much. But I am a sucker and I joined a fantasy baseball league this year. Double-sucker that I am I even upgraded my Yahoo! account to have the live stattracker thing. The only thing I like about MLB is that it doesn’t interfere too much with the college football season.
It’s that time of year again where non-sports fans, or mild sports fans, take a shot at looking like sports geniuses. If you want to join up in the my 3rd Annual Tournament Pick em, click here. [It’s not like I can say this belongs to the church!]
Is there a prize? Well, there is pride. Group ID #: 3914 Password: romeo
Athletes crash and fall. Some spectacularly, some on the verge of glory, some because of the elements. Like the old ABC montage said, the agony of defeat is part of the competition. In a strange and perverse way, this is why they are there. They are there to pick themselves up, and in the tradition of athletes before them and as will be followed by those who come after them, they pick themselves up and FINISH. [Read the rest]
Tonight I will be going to the Pistons game with my buddy and fellow YMX staffer Todd. Should be a lot of fun. I don’t really like the Pistons, but I do like hanging out with friends and I like sports.
A fun sidenote: A big part of the Piston’s experience is the PA announcer John Mason’s saying to fire the crowd up "De-Troit basketball!" My kids have made this their own. They run around saying "B-ball basketball, put them in the water." Yes, they are my kids!