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Jesse Barfield saved my swing
Jul. 15th, 2008 10:19 pm
Currently at Toronto Pearson: 24, for the seventh hour in the last eight. High today: 25, in the eighth.
I was incredulous when loooooong-swingin' Jesse Barfield, the master of the strikeout on the low-and-away slider, became hitting coach of the Mariners. I have been irritated this year by the Jesse and Rance Talk About Hitting show that has used Jays games as its backdrop on CBC this year. But somewhere through all the gibberish and self-contradiction, something about staying closed and clearing your hips and I don't even know what anymore finally got through to me on Sunday, and I hit some balls impressively for the first time since, well, years ago. Thanks, Jesse!
When I was a kid, I sometimes imagined Jesse Barfield running the bases naked. Only Jesse Barfield. I do not know why. (FLAG FOR ADULT CONTENT Y/N)
Which reminds me that the other day I uttered the phrase "belly button plug" and L. said that was not sexy and I said I was not sure and that if I had a fancy livejournal I would make a poll as to whether "belly button plug" is sexy or not.
Anyway, I had to drop by this relatively early evening to say how touched I was when they wheeled Steinbrenner into Yankee Stadium before the All-Star Game tonight. That old man must be so sad that his team has to move out of his fabulous magical beautiful stadium because it is being eaten by termites.
That's why they have to move, right? The stadium is being eaten by termites? That is my understanding. So sad.
ADDENDUM I: Lidged! As soon as Lidge came in the game, I knew, if anybody can put an end to this game, and I don't care what shiny numbers he's got this year, it's Brad Lidge.
I was kind of abstractly hoping that they would run out of players, firstly because it would be awesome if Yankee Stadium spat out this stupid monstrosity of a game (which, despite its stupid monstrousness, was actually pretty awesome, the best one I've seen in years and years), and secondly because it would show up the irresponsible way Francona ran the game. But viscerally, dammit, I didn't want my game to be embarrassed, AGAIN.
ADDENDUM II: You know what there needs to be? THE CURSE OF YANKEE STADIUM. Do you know when the original agreement to build "New Yankee Stadium" was reached, Mandrake? Two thousand and one. How does that coincide with your post-20th-century World Series championship drought?
I was incredulous when loooooong-swingin' Jesse Barfield, the master of the strikeout on the low-and-away slider, became hitting coach of the Mariners. I have been irritated this year by the Jesse and Rance Talk About Hitting show that has used Jays games as its backdrop on CBC this year. But somewhere through all the gibberish and self-contradiction, something about staying closed and clearing your hips and I don't even know what anymore finally got through to me on Sunday, and I hit some balls impressively for the first time since, well, years ago. Thanks, Jesse!
When I was a kid, I sometimes imagined Jesse Barfield running the bases naked. Only Jesse Barfield. I do not know why. (FLAG FOR ADULT CONTENT Y/N)
Which reminds me that the other day I uttered the phrase "belly button plug" and L. said that was not sexy and I said I was not sure and that if I had a fancy livejournal I would make a poll as to whether "belly button plug" is sexy or not.
Anyway, I had to drop by this relatively early evening to say how touched I was when they wheeled Steinbrenner into Yankee Stadium before the All-Star Game tonight. That old man must be so sad that his team has to move out of his fabulous magical beautiful stadium because it is being eaten by termites.
That's why they have to move, right? The stadium is being eaten by termites? That is my understanding. So sad.
ADDENDUM I: Lidged! As soon as Lidge came in the game, I knew, if anybody can put an end to this game, and I don't care what shiny numbers he's got this year, it's Brad Lidge.
I was kind of abstractly hoping that they would run out of players, firstly because it would be awesome if Yankee Stadium spat out this stupid monstrosity of a game (which, despite its stupid monstrousness, was actually pretty awesome, the best one I've seen in years and years), and secondly because it would show up the irresponsible way Francona ran the game. But viscerally, dammit, I didn't want my game to be embarrassed, AGAIN.
ADDENDUM II: You know what there needs to be? THE CURSE OF YANKEE STADIUM. Do you know when the original agreement to build "New Yankee Stadium" was reached, Mandrake? Two thousand and one. How does that coincide with your post-20th-century World Series championship drought?
