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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 3, 2023 19:46:32 GMT -5
Schmidt works out of it. He is definitely the Yankees number two pitcher now.
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Post by chiyankee on Aug 3, 2023 19:47:14 GMT -5
Schmidt works out of it. He is definitely the Yankees number two pitcher now. Scary thought |
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Post by kaybli on Aug 3, 2023 19:47:35 GMT -5
Smoltz: “Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah, I blah blah. Me, blah blah, myself blah blah blah blah me blah blah blah blooey me myself and I blah blah”… Blah blah blah blah blah Short porch blah blah blah blah blah |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 3, 2023 19:47:36 GMT -5
Smoltz: “Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah, I blah blah. Me, blah blah, myself blah blah blah blah me blah blah blah blooey me myself and I blah blah”… You have to throw in a short porch reference every now and then. His single most annoying trait. He's obsessed with it. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 3, 2023 19:48:59 GMT -5
Schmidt works out of it. He is definitely the Yankees number two pitcher now. Scary thought I realize that's a pretty low bar. But he's been really good since May. |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 3, 2023 19:50:19 GMT -5
That what I was thinking. Since Houston is in Texas, I should drive to The Bronx to take in the game? If you left right now you can make tomorrow's game. One of these days, Pipps, I'll actually do it. Likely when I'm retired. There was a story that my great grandfather Arsene Louis Arpin was once relaxing after a Sunday dinner, when someone began talking about the Olympics. After a few minutes, my grandfather stood and began walking toward the door. Someone said, "Grandpa, where are you going?" As he walked out the door, he said, "Thought I might go see the Olympic Games." And, he did. The games in the year 1912 were in Stockholm. |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 3, 2023 19:52:27 GMT -5
Smoltz: “Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah, I blah blah. Me, blah blah, myself blah blah blah blah me blah blah blah blooey me myself and I blah blah”… He's like McCarver. I find myself constantly saying shut up to the television. McCarver was the worst for me. The word "bandbox" was repeated incessantly in Yankee Stadium, despite it being neutral to a slight leaning toward a pitcher's park. |
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Post by inger on Aug 3, 2023 19:52:53 GMT -5
More education for me. This place is amazing and Pipps is amazing to the hundredth degree of amazement… Do you remember Grit, Inger? I never knew anyone who subscribed to it, but I was always seeing ads asking for boys to be Grit salesmen. We had a kid in our town that sold it. He was an older kid with red hair. They’d let him sit in the vestibule with the gum ball machines in the Acme store. It must have been a decent gig, his younger brother took it over after the big brother moved on to more adult things… The older boy was a bit odd. He carried about a yard long stick and would try to intimidate the younger kids with it while he sold the papers. I knew the manager very well (even at 9-10 years old). I had the power to get him tossed, but I never really cared. He didn’t hit people with it. He’d just point it and maybe take a jab here and there. When I first started playing ball I used a very small light bat. This red-head kid shows up at a game we’re playing once. He’s probably 14 and we’re 9-10. He decides he wants to bat once and of course he picks my bat and breaks it. I didn’t care. I still brought it to games and hit rocks with it sometimes but it wasn’t my game bat anymore. I taped the handle and continued to use it to hit rocks. That was how I taught myself to switch hit… |
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Post by inger on Aug 3, 2023 19:54:31 GMT -5
Smoltz: “Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah. Blah, I blah blah. Me, blah blah, myself blah blah blah blah me blah blah blah blooey me myself and I blah blah”… You have to throw in a short porch reference every now and then. That’s coming. 6,000 blah blahs per reference…and 48 me, myself, and I’s, unless a Yankee homers… |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 3, 2023 19:55:41 GMT -5
And now McKinney! 3-0. Shut up Smoltz.  Kay, how was your birthday dinner? |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 3, 2023 19:56:11 GMT -5
If you left right now you can make tomorrow's game. One of these days, Pipps, I'll actually do it. Likely when I'm retired. There was a story that my great grandfather Arsene Louis Arpin was once relaxing after a Sunday dinner, when someone began talking about the Olympics. After a few minutes, my grandfather stood and began walking toward the door. Someone said, "Grandpa, where are you going?" As he walked out the door, he said, "Thought I might go see the Olympic Games." And, he did. The games in the year 1912 were in Stockholm. I like your grandfather. That was the Jim Thorpe Olympics I believe. But seriously no reason not to pursue the things you want to do. My great uncle dropped out of college in 1918 because he heard rumors of a new gold strike in Alaska. There wasn't one, of course, but the adventure he had was far beyond anything he would have done in school. Tune up that flivver and hit the road! |
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Post by kaybli on Aug 3, 2023 19:59:08 GMT -5
Kay, how was your birthday dinner? Awesome! Went to a local Thai place. Had coconut soup, seared beef, green curry chicken, duck salad, drunken noodles, pineapple shrimp, just to name a few. Gonna go have the leftovers right now! The real prize is when I visit my best friend in a couple weeks. He's going to take me out to a Two Star Michelin restaurant in the city:
Theres also an Italian catered party at my parents house on Sunday.  |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 3, 2023 20:00:19 GMT -5
Do you remember Grit, Inger? I never knew anyone who subscribed to it, but I was always seeing ads asking for boys to be Grit salesmen. We had a kid in our town that sold it. He was an older kid with red hair. They’d let him sit in the vestibule with the gum ball machines in the Acme store. It must have been a decent gig, his younger brother took it over after the big brother moved on to more adult things… The older boy was a bit odd. He carried about a yard long stick and would try to intimidate the younger kids with it while he sold the papers. I knew the manager very well (even at 9-10 years old). I had the power to get him tossed, but I never really cared. He didn’t hit people with it. He’d just point it and maybe take a jab here and there. When I first started playing ball I used a very small light bat. This red-head kid shows up at a game we’re playing once. He’s probably 14 and we’re 9-10. He decides he wants to bat once and of course he picks my bat and breaks it. I didn’t care. I still brought it to games and hit rocks with it sometimes but it wasn’t my game bat anymore. I taped the handle and continued to use it to hit rocks. That was how I taught myself to switch hit… Was it a pointed stick?  |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 3, 2023 20:00:21 GMT -5
Kay, how was your birthday dinner? Awesome! Went to a local Thai place. Had coconut soup, seared beef, green curry chicken, duck salad, drunken noodles, pineapple shrimp, just to name a few. Gonna go have the leftovers right now! The real prize is when I visit my best friend in a couple weeks. He's going to take me out to a Two Star Michelin restaurant in the city:
Theres also an Italian catered party at my parents house on Sunday. People are lining up to feed you Kaybli. |
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Post by kaybli on Aug 3, 2023 20:01:16 GMT -5
Awesome! Went to a local Thai place. Had coconut soup, seared beef, green curry chicken, duck salad, drunken noodles, pineapple shrimp, just to name a few. Gonna go have the leftovers right now! The real prize is when I visit my best friend in a couple weeks. He's going to take me out to a Two Star Michelin restaurant in the city:
Theres also an Italian catered party at my parents house on Sunday. People are lining up to feed you Kaybli.  |
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