I can't decide how I feel about the A's and the Giants having a playoff bye the same night as the Coneheads this Monday.
On the one hand - what will we do with ourselves??? A Monday without Conehead softball? It is like a precursor of the long winter. No game for us, and no meaningful games in the MLB playoff madness.
There is always Monday Night Football. Let's see, it's the Jets and the Texans. That sounds as exciting as the American League Wild Card was, or like it's Act II of West Side Story. Or, we will be forced to watch Baltimore-Yankees in the ALDS. Well, everyone will be forced to watch except the unfortunate Sting (grew up in NY) and the strangely misguided G (thinks Seattle was a suburb of NYC), who will actually care who wins. Does this even qualify as a playoff game? They will have played each other 19 times this season. Enough already, just flip a coin.
All this in juxtaposition to last Monday's Conehead game, a total barnburner compared to our recent games as we only beat WMD 17-11. We were up only 13-11 going into the fifth. It was so close that Joe was pacing the dugout. "We are just playing sloppy." he grumbled.
Actually we weren't. We were just under the influence of a fever. I think it's called playoff fever, or perhaps that night, A's fever. Derek and Lefty and Greg and I think Randy a little too were huddled over their smart phones, trying to figure out the right angle to get the best sound to keep up on every play over at the O Dot Net Dot Al Dot Colosseum. "It's 2-2." "Oh 4-2 A's!" "Oh no Texas has a couple on." "Oh no, it's 4-3!" I even thought one of them was going to go up to bat with a phone-radio in his ear. You gotta like that kind of dedication.
In reality, it may have worked in our favor. As the A's game increased in intensity, so did their desire to get back in the dugout. Lefty came up in the fourth, and hit a bomb that was Popean, or Mullerful, or even Stingly. And he ran it out, ran fast. To get back to his other game. "Joe, I gotta have a rally smoke. Out next inning." And again. And another. Derek came up in the fifth, got a clutch two run two out laser single that pretty much sealed WMD's fate, and was suspiciously willing to get a courtesy runner.
Not to worry, we handled WMD just as the A's handled Texas, even though we played a little distracted. A bunch of guys did their usual thing - Lefty was 4-4, and Chuck, Sting, D, Gerry and Chopper all had three hits and Joe got the game winner on a clutch two run single in the gap to put us ahead to stay and the other half of our pitching tandem Larry had a two run double. There was really never a doubt.
I'm a little worried though...when our playoffs come, MLB will be over. We may have to actually focus on our game. What will happen then?
See you in a week plus.
p.s. the title, if you read this far. Reggie told a post game story about a run in with a pet chimp that was actually named Joe, a tale from his wayward youth. It included sex drugs and rock and roll. Not for the faint of heart. For those that didn't stay long enough, it had to be one of the funniest stories I have ever heard. It was one of those stories that was so good, he could not have made a bit of it up. And he said words I never thought I would hear. Reggie was in terrible fear, of the mad chimp. Ask him sometime, I'm sure he will tell you. Or wait until the memoirs come out - I am thinking of a collaboration, 'The Story of Sting', as told to the heffinator. Coming to Amazon sometime in the next ten years.
p.s.s. great to have Pope back.
Milestones:
Gerry 500 h (#9)
Lefty 100 rbi (#20)
On the one hand - what will we do with ourselves??? A Monday without Conehead softball? It is like a precursor of the long winter. No game for us, and no meaningful games in the MLB playoff madness.
There is always Monday Night Football. Let's see, it's the Jets and the Texans. That sounds as exciting as the American League Wild Card was, or like it's Act II of West Side Story. Or, we will be forced to watch Baltimore-Yankees in the ALDS. Well, everyone will be forced to watch except the unfortunate Sting (grew up in NY) and the strangely misguided G (thinks Seattle was a suburb of NYC), who will actually care who wins. Does this even qualify as a playoff game? They will have played each other 19 times this season. Enough already, just flip a coin.
All this in juxtaposition to last Monday's Conehead game, a total barnburner compared to our recent games as we only beat WMD 17-11. We were up only 13-11 going into the fifth. It was so close that Joe was pacing the dugout. "We are just playing sloppy." he grumbled.
Actually we weren't. We were just under the influence of a fever. I think it's called playoff fever, or perhaps that night, A's fever. Derek and Lefty and Greg and I think Randy a little too were huddled over their smart phones, trying to figure out the right angle to get the best sound to keep up on every play over at the O Dot Net Dot Al Dot Colosseum. "It's 2-2." "Oh 4-2 A's!" "Oh no Texas has a couple on." "Oh no, it's 4-3!" I even thought one of them was going to go up to bat with a phone-radio in his ear. You gotta like that kind of dedication.
In reality, it may have worked in our favor. As the A's game increased in intensity, so did their desire to get back in the dugout. Lefty came up in the fourth, and hit a bomb that was Popean, or Mullerful, or even Stingly. And he ran it out, ran fast. To get back to his other game. "Joe, I gotta have a rally smoke. Out next inning." And again. And another. Derek came up in the fifth, got a clutch two run two out laser single that pretty much sealed WMD's fate, and was suspiciously willing to get a courtesy runner.
Not to worry, we handled WMD just as the A's handled Texas, even though we played a little distracted. A bunch of guys did their usual thing - Lefty was 4-4, and Chuck, Sting, D, Gerry and Chopper all had three hits and Joe got the game winner on a clutch two run single in the gap to put us ahead to stay and the other half of our pitching tandem Larry had a two run double. There was really never a doubt.
I'm a little worried though...when our playoffs come, MLB will be over. We may have to actually focus on our game. What will happen then?
See you in a week plus.
p.s. the title, if you read this far. Reggie told a post game story about a run in with a pet chimp that was actually named Joe, a tale from his wayward youth. It included sex drugs and rock and roll. Not for the faint of heart. For those that didn't stay long enough, it had to be one of the funniest stories I have ever heard. It was one of those stories that was so good, he could not have made a bit of it up. And he said words I never thought I would hear. Reggie was in terrible fear, of the mad chimp. Ask him sometime, I'm sure he will tell you. Or wait until the memoirs come out - I am thinking of a collaboration, 'The Story of Sting', as told to the heffinator. Coming to Amazon sometime in the next ten years.
p.s.s. great to have Pope back.
Milestones:
Gerry 500 h (#9)
Lefty 100 rbi (#20)
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