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Blue on blue
Jul. 9th, 2006 11:59 pm
High today, here: 28. Dewpont then: 15. High dewpoint: 16.
High today in TO: 28. Dewpoint then: 15. High dewpoint: 16.
Low today on the balcony: 19.6. High: 28.2. Currently: 22.9.
I gotta say, I like that Zidane guy. He's nuts. (I was thinking, while the game was going on, that if I were in Toronto today, I'd be more actively hoping for Italy to lose, so there wouldn't be so much honking and flag-waving. But, as it turned out, there was a fair bit of honking here. Unlike a lot of letters-to-the-editor writers (a lot more this year than previous World Cups, I thought), I'm not bugged by the flags. Canada, after all, is not a real country; you can regret it, but there it is. The honking, though, well, that just sounds like war to me.)
After extra time, it occurred to me that the Jays game might be nearly over. Then I remembered that Halladay was pitching, which meant that it was more likely that it was nearly over. Then I thought: maybe Halladay threw a no-hitter, and it's over, and I missed it! (It was, after all, Kansas City, and the last game before the All-Star break. Roy Halladay came within an out of a no-hitter once, against the Tigers, back when they were bad, though before they were atrocious, on the last day of the season--would've been 1998. (Had to double check that ... eight years ago, yikes. It was, in fact, his second major league start.))
Back in 1987, one night, I somehow forgot the Jays were playing--which, in those days, was really hard for me to do; like, unfathomably hard--and woke up the next morning to hear that they'd broken the major league record for home runs in a game. Of all nights....
But, no, Roy Halladay didn't throw a no-hitter today. Then, tonight, I was about to start making another giant batch of pasta salad, and I was looking around for something to listen to, and remembered that it's Sunday night, and that, therefore, there was ESPN Sunday Night Baseball, which might be on the radio (you never know what is or isn't going to be on the radio sports-wise in Kitchener), and that it was the Cardinals against the Astros, and, therefore, particularly interesting. And it was on the radio, and, my stars, what a game it was, what a game it is. It was like a couple of years ago when I happened to turn on the television and--I think it might've even been an ESPN Sunday Night game, too--Jeter made that crazy headlong dive into the stands behind third base to catch that pop-up. (I couldn't help but feel like, just maybe, he did that to show everyone that he, not A-Rod, really should be the shortstop.) Two closers blowing up (today being the day of closers blowing up--three of my closers blew up today), the last one, of course, being who else but, God help 'im, Brad Lidge. Between one closer blowup and the other, the Astros having a meaningless runner picked off first base to end the ninth, and then running out of position players, having Roy Oswalt pinch hit in the bottom of the eleventh (thinking that the lesson of the day before was only that you shouldn't send Roy Oswalt in to pitch in extra innings), Oswalt, with two strikes on him (and hitting .111 on the season), and the radio commentator only a-small-fraction-jokingly saying who was coming up for the Cardinals, Oswalt hitting the ball down the left field line, getting to second--before, on appeal, being called out for missing first. And then there was Lidge (who went HBP, single, Pujols pop-up, Rolen strikeout, Some Guy two-run double. Oh, my, but it's a painfully funny game.)
Before all that, there was Chris Carpenter giving up a two-run home run in the eighth (which I enjoyed, because he's not on my team)--and I have to say, there were an awful lot of aces going today. Almost as if teams had jigged their rotations so that their aces wouldn't be able to pitch the next couple of days. Funny thing, that. Last I heard, it looked like Kenny Rogers was going to start the All-Star game for the AL.
High today in TO: 28. Dewpoint then: 15. High dewpoint: 16.
Low today on the balcony: 19.6. High: 28.2. Currently: 22.9.
I gotta say, I like that Zidane guy. He's nuts. (I was thinking, while the game was going on, that if I were in Toronto today, I'd be more actively hoping for Italy to lose, so there wouldn't be so much honking and flag-waving. But, as it turned out, there was a fair bit of honking here. Unlike a lot of letters-to-the-editor writers (a lot more this year than previous World Cups, I thought), I'm not bugged by the flags. Canada, after all, is not a real country; you can regret it, but there it is. The honking, though, well, that just sounds like war to me.)
After extra time, it occurred to me that the Jays game might be nearly over. Then I remembered that Halladay was pitching, which meant that it was more likely that it was nearly over. Then I thought: maybe Halladay threw a no-hitter, and it's over, and I missed it! (It was, after all, Kansas City, and the last game before the All-Star break. Roy Halladay came within an out of a no-hitter once, against the Tigers, back when they were bad, though before they were atrocious, on the last day of the season--would've been 1998. (Had to double check that ... eight years ago, yikes. It was, in fact, his second major league start.))
Back in 1987, one night, I somehow forgot the Jays were playing--which, in those days, was really hard for me to do; like, unfathomably hard--and woke up the next morning to hear that they'd broken the major league record for home runs in a game. Of all nights....
But, no, Roy Halladay didn't throw a no-hitter today. Then, tonight, I was about to start making another giant batch of pasta salad, and I was looking around for something to listen to, and remembered that it's Sunday night, and that, therefore, there was ESPN Sunday Night Baseball, which might be on the radio (you never know what is or isn't going to be on the radio sports-wise in Kitchener), and that it was the Cardinals against the Astros, and, therefore, particularly interesting. And it was on the radio, and, my stars, what a game it was, what a game it is. It was like a couple of years ago when I happened to turn on the television and--I think it might've even been an ESPN Sunday Night game, too--Jeter made that crazy headlong dive into the stands behind third base to catch that pop-up. (I couldn't help but feel like, just maybe, he did that to show everyone that he, not A-Rod, really should be the shortstop.) Two closers blowing up (today being the day of closers blowing up--three of my closers blew up today), the last one, of course, being who else but, God help 'im, Brad Lidge. Between one closer blowup and the other, the Astros having a meaningless runner picked off first base to end the ninth, and then running out of position players, having Roy Oswalt pinch hit in the bottom of the eleventh (thinking that the lesson of the day before was only that you shouldn't send Roy Oswalt in to pitch in extra innings), Oswalt, with two strikes on him (and hitting .111 on the season), and the radio commentator only a-small-fraction-jokingly saying who was coming up for the Cardinals, Oswalt hitting the ball down the left field line, getting to second--before, on appeal, being called out for missing first. And then there was Lidge (who went HBP, single, Pujols pop-up, Rolen strikeout, Some Guy two-run double. Oh, my, but it's a painfully funny game.)
Before all that, there was Chris Carpenter giving up a two-run home run in the eighth (which I enjoyed, because he's not on my team)--and I have to say, there were an awful lot of aces going today. Almost as if teams had jigged their rotations so that their aces wouldn't be able to pitch the next couple of days. Funny thing, that. Last I heard, it looked like Kenny Rogers was going to start the All-Star game for the AL.
