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Post by rizzuto on Sept 26, 2023 20:44:34 GMT -5
Holmes had a great slider tonight, but his two-seamer did not have its usual action. Usually, those two seamers get ground outs, but tonight he got two fly outs, a bullet single, and a bullet foul ball that DJ snared playing no doubles defense. I'm not sure why they didn't come back with the slider later in the count after getting ahead with it so easily. Nevertheless, a win is a win. Especially over the Blue Jays, whom I have grown to hate.
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Post by anthonyd46 on Sept 26, 2023 20:46:13 GMT -5
Holmes had a great slider tonight, but his two-seamer did not have its usual action. Usually, those two seamers get ground outs, but tonight he got two fly outs, a bullet single, and a bullet foul ball that may have scored a run. I'm not sure why they didn't come back with the slider later in the count after getting ahead with it so easily. Nevertheless, a win is a win. Especially over the Blue Jays, whom I have grown to hate. Just so hilarious the antics of Manoah and Vlad and they've won 1 game at home against the Yankees in the last year. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk |
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Post by Renfield on Sept 26, 2023 20:58:31 GMT -5
Nice win. King was brilliant. So was Gausmann, but it's hard to tell when you pitch against the Yankees line-up.
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Post by anthonyd46 on Sept 26, 2023 21:20:04 GMT -5
Red Sox lost Yankees are 4 up with 5 to go from avoiding the basement.
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Post by chiyankee on Sept 26, 2023 21:28:28 GMT -5
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Post by desousa on Sept 27, 2023 8:20:00 GMT -5
WTF was Boone thinking when he didn't pinch run for Stanton in the 7th?
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Post by chiyankee on Sept 27, 2023 8:47:10 GMT -5
WTF was Boone thinking when he didn't pinch run for Stanton in the 7th? He's not much of a thinker. |
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Post by inger on Sept 27, 2023 9:05:56 GMT -5
He's actually played 22 straight games so I get the one day off I guess hope he's in there tomorrow or PH later. Lou Gehrig didn't need a day off until he was dying. Heck, even Hideki Matsui didn't need a day off until he broke his wrist. Unless you are slumping or hurt, days off are silly. MLB has never had more injuries to pitchers since limiting innings and pitches. Four plate appearances at DH isn't exactly digging ditches or mining coal. Speaking of which, I took the opportunity while in Pueblo West to stop by and see my old neighbor who has ALS. He had declined somewhat in the year since I had seen him, but he and his pretty wife both met me with a smile and graciously invited me in. He is still bright and conversational. I had gone to the door with some trepidation because others in the neighborhood had mentioned that “Jay doesn’t go up and down the street in his wheelchair anymore. You never see much of them outside.” He mentioned that the mosquitoes were nasty there this year and that as soon as the die off occurs, he’ll be outside again. His arms have become immobile and to him the mosquitoes present almost a horror movie environment because he can see and feel them land on him but he can’t battle them. One of his favorite pastimes has become bird-watching. Jennifer keeps him well-groomed and shaven. She’s been amazing through this and must be a large part of what keeps him so upbeat, and vice versa. He speaks so openly and frankly about his condition that he makes me as a visitor feel more comfortable to discourse with him about that or any other subject. I don’t think he had much mobility left other than his head and neck, as he used his head to point at things. To me it’s so odd that the neighbors that are still there ask me so many questions about how Jay is doing when any of them could knock on that door the same as I did yesterday, but I suppose that’s human nature. I feared I was going to find him in a bedridden, vegetative state, so I indeed gulped a bit before knocking, but seeing him and Jennifer was very rewarding… |
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Post by chiyankee on Sept 27, 2023 9:27:35 GMT -5
Lou Gehrig didn't need a day off until he was dying. Heck, even Hideki Matsui didn't need a day off until he broke his wrist. Unless you are slumping or hurt, days off are silly. MLB has never had more injuries to pitchers since limiting innings and pitches. Four plate appearances at DH isn't exactly digging ditches or mining coal. Speaking of which, I took the opportunity while in Pueblo West to stop by and see my old neighbor who has ALS. He had declined somewhat in the year since I had seen him, but he and his pretty wife both met me with a smile and graciously invited me in. He is still bright and conversational. I had gone to the door with some trepidation because others in the neighborhood had mentioned that “Jay doesn’t go up and down the street in his wheelchair anymore. You never see much of them outside.” He mentioned that the mosquitoes were nasty there this year and that as soon as the die off occurs, he’ll be outside again. His arms have become immobile and to him the mosquitoes present almost a horror movie environment because he can see and feel them land on him but he can’t battle them. One of his favorite pastimes has become bird-watching. Jennifer keeps him well-groomed and shaven. She’s been amazing through this and must be a large part of what keeps him so upbeat, and vice versa. He speaks so openly and frankly about his condition that he makes me as a visitor feel more comfortable to discourse with him about that or any other subject. I don’t think he had much mobility left other than his head and neck, as he used his head to point at things. To me it’s so odd that the neighbors that are still there ask me so many questions about how Jay is doing when any of them could knock on that door the same as I did yesterday, but I suppose that’s human nature. I feared I was going to find him in a bedridden, vegetative state, so I indeed gulped a bit before knocking, but seeing him and Jennifer was very rewarding… You're a good man, inger. I'm sure Jay really appreciated the visit. |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 27, 2023 13:36:22 GMT -5
Lou Gehrig didn't need a day off until he was dying. Heck, even Hideki Matsui didn't need a day off until he broke his wrist. Unless you are slumping or hurt, days off are silly. MLB has never had more injuries to pitchers since limiting innings and pitches. Four plate appearances at DH isn't exactly digging ditches or mining coal. Speaking of which, I took the opportunity while in Pueblo West to stop by and see my old neighbor who has ALS. He had declined somewhat in the year since I had seen him, but he and his pretty wife both met me with a smile and graciously invited me in. He is still bright and conversational. I had gone to the door with some trepidation because others in the neighborhood had mentioned that “Jay doesn’t go up and down the street in his wheelchair anymore. You never see much of them outside.” He mentioned that the mosquitoes were nasty there this year and that as soon as the die off occurs, he’ll be outside again. His arms have become immobile and to him the mosquitoes present almost a horror movie environment because he can see and feel them land on him but he can’t battle them. One of his favorite pastimes has become bird-watching. Jennifer keeps him well-groomed and shaven. She’s been amazing through this and must be a large part of what keeps him so upbeat, and vice versa. He speaks so openly and frankly about his condition that he makes me as a visitor feel more comfortable to discourse with him about that or any other subject. I don’t think he had much mobility left other than his head and neck, as he used his head to point at things. To me it’s so odd that the neighbors that are still there ask me so many questions about how Jay is doing when any of them could knock on that door the same as I did yesterday, but I suppose that’s human nature. I feared I was going to find him in a bedridden, vegetative state, so I indeed gulped a bit before knocking, but seeing him and Jennifer was very rewarding… Good for you, Inger! That situation reminds me of a John Prine song called, "Hello, In there." |
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Post by inger on Sept 27, 2023 14:37:43 GMT -5
Speaking of which, I took the opportunity while in Pueblo West to stop by and see my old neighbor who has ALS. He had declined somewhat in the year since I had seen him, but he and his pretty wife both met me with a smile and graciously invited me in. He is still bright and conversational. I had gone to the door with some trepidation because others in the neighborhood had mentioned that “Jay doesn’t go up and down the street in his wheelchair anymore. You never see much of them outside.” He mentioned that the mosquitoes were nasty there this year and that as soon as the die off occurs, he’ll be outside again. His arms have become immobile and to him the mosquitoes present almost a horror movie environment because he can see and feel them land on him but he can’t battle them. One of his favorite pastimes has become bird-watching. Jennifer keeps him well-groomed and shaven. She’s been amazing through this and must be a large part of what keeps him so upbeat, and vice versa. He speaks so openly and frankly about his condition that he makes me as a visitor feel more comfortable to discourse with him about that or any other subject. I don’t think he had much mobility left other than his head and neck, as he used his head to point at things. To me it’s so odd that the neighbors that are still there ask me so many questions about how Jay is doing when any of them could knock on that door the same as I did yesterday, but I suppose that’s human nature. I feared I was going to find him in a bedridden, vegetative state, so I indeed gulped a bit before knocking, but seeing him and Jennifer was very rewarding… Good for you, Inger! That situation reminds me of a John Prine song called, "Hello, In there." Beautiful song, though in some ways an opposite circumstance. It’s more like hello out here. The physical destruction of a body while the mind remains sharp and clear. I’m sure he’s as aware of every change in his body that he can be. One great similarity to the song that I spotted though was that the three children are off doing their “thing”. The two boys are the oldest and are in the military. The youngest, a twenty-year old daughter who inherited her mother’s good looks is in the military reserves and they do get to see her. But Jay knows everything they’re doing. when the daughter was in high school she fought to get on the boy’s wrestling team in her rather diminutive weight class and was a dominant winning wrestler in county action. Now, she’s bought one of those little over-powered crotch-rocket bikes and as Jay says it “She’s determined to kill herself.” What a dynamic individual she is… |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 27, 2023 14:53:30 GMT -5
Good for you, Inger! That situation reminds me of a John Prine song called, "Hello, In there." Beautiful song, though in some ways an opposite circumstance. It’s more like hello out here. The physical destruction of a body while the mind remains sharp and clear. I’m sure he’s as aware of every change in his body that he can be. One great similarity to the song that I spotted though was that the three children are off doing their “thing”. The two boys are the oldest and are in the military. The youngest, a twenty-year old daughter who inherited her mother’s good looks is in the military reserves and they do get to see her. But Jay knows everything they’re doing. when the daughter was in high school she fought to get on the boy’s wrestling team in her rather diminutive weight class and was a dominant winning wrestler in county action. Now, she’s bought one of those little over-powered crotch-rocket bikes and as Jay says it “She’s determined to kill herself.” What a dynamic individual she is… I was thinking about the neighbors, who live right next to Jay and have no idea how he's actually doing. It took you visiting from a long drive away for them to find out. "So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello." |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 27, 2023 17:06:30 GMT -5
WTF was Boone thinking when he didn't pinch run for Stanton in the 7th? |
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Post by inger on Sept 27, 2023 18:03:18 GMT -5
Beautiful song, though in some ways an opposite circumstance. It’s more like hello out here. The physical destruction of a body while the mind remains sharp and clear. I’m sure he’s as aware of every change in his body that he can be. One great similarity to the song that I spotted though was that the three children are off doing their “thing”. The two boys are the oldest and are in the military. The youngest, a twenty-year old daughter who inherited her mother’s good looks is in the military reserves and they do get to see her. But Jay knows everything they’re doing. when the daughter was in high school she fought to get on the boy’s wrestling team in her rather diminutive weight class and was a dominant winning wrestler in county action. Now, she’s bought one of those little over-powered crotch-rocket bikes and as Jay says it “She’s determined to kill herself.” What a dynamic individual she is… I was thinking about the neighbors, who live right next to Jay and have no idea how he's actually doing. It took you visiting from a long drive away for them to find out. "So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello." Yes, I followed that part too. The amazing thing is that we got along well with all of those neighbors. Jay and Jen are a bit younger than the others, just now into their early fifties. And since they were the very next house to mine it was a bit odd that we saw little of each other before Jay fell ill. He was a wonderful family man, physically powerful as a power lifter who was known to do three consecutive bench presses at just a hair under 570 pounds each. And not much bigger than me at 5’11”/185. (the extra bull of his muscle surely meant he was 40 pounds or so heavier than me. But he was quiet and private most of the time. He liked resting at home or working on his car inside his garage. He became much more social after he became ill. But I understood that, as I went through a long stretch of my life just like that. But it is still hard for me to process that these people that I found do kind and compassionate seem to be intimidated by his condition and don’t reach out. Jen and Jay don’t lack for company as both families are very involved and stop frequently. I think about how deep he’d love must be for her to quit her job and stay home to cater to Jay’s needs. What a trooper, what a powerful love… |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 27, 2023 18:38:09 GMT -5
I was thinking about the neighbors, who live right next to Jay and have no idea how he's actually doing. It took you visiting from a long drive away for them to find out. "So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello." Yes, I followed that part too. The amazing thing is that we got along well with all of those neighbors. Jay and Jen are a bit younger than the others, just now into their early fifties. And since they were the very next house to mine it was a bit odd that we saw little of each other before Jay fell ill. He was a wonderful family man, physically powerful as a power lifter who was known to do three consecutive bench presses at just a hair under 570 pounds each. And not much bigger than me at 5’11”/185. (the extra bull of his muscle surely meant he was 40 pounds or so heavier than me. But he was quiet and private most of the time. He liked resting at home or working on his car inside his garage. He became much more social after he became ill. But I understood that, as I went through a long stretch of my life just like that. But it is still hard for me to process that these people that I found do kind and compassionate seem to be intimidated by his condition and don’t reach out. Jen and Jay don’t lack for company as both families are very involved and stop frequently. I think about how deep he’d love must be for her to quit her job and stay home to cater to Jay’s needs. What a trooper, what a powerful love… It never makes sense how awful things happen to good people, then miserable sons of bitches are impervious to any poor health conditions. I don't think I could dead lift 570 pounds much less bench press it. That's amazing. |
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