Baseball

[Uncle Joe]

Bye, bye Astros 👋 👋 

[B-Man]

 

 

 

Well,  I wanted the Rangers to sweep the Astros, but

 

winning every game at Houston is even sweeter.

 

⚾

 

.

[KD in CA]

Braves go down

Dodgers go down

Phillies go down

Scherzer in the World Series 

 

Just the way the Mets drew it up.  👍

[B-Man]

 

 

Network executives and MLB Administration

 

when World Series is Arizona vs Texas.

 

[Uncle Joe]

1 hour ago, B-Man said:

Network executives and MLB Administration

when World Series is Arizona vs Texas.

 

Because temps should be above freezing?

[Foxx]

History rhyming

 

[KD in CA]

Congrats to the Rangers.  Second longest championship drought in MLB is over.

[Foxx]

NY Metropolitans

 

[Cinga]

Oakland losing another Pro Sports team to Vegas as the As get MLB approval to move

 

https://www.foxnews.com/sports/mlb-owners-approve-as-move-las-vegas-oakland

[KD in CA]

Ohtani - Dodgers, 10 years, $700MM!  🤯

 

 

https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/39076745/shohei-ohtani-join-dodgers-10-year-700m-deal

Edited December 9, 2023 by KD in CA

[Uncle Joe]

^^^
Opening Day in baseball 2024 starts in 2 days on Thursday. One of the biggest stories right now is about Ohtani's gambling with him blaming it on his interpreter. Ohtani's lack of understanding of the English language is no match for Ichiro's mastery:

 

[KD in CA]

To recap, either the interpreter waged and lost millions of dollars that he didn't have (because bookies will just let you rack up millions in debt before you have to pay them), OR he stole millions of dollars from Ohtani by wiring it out of Ohtani's accounts (because big banks don't require any additional verification before wiring millions of dollars).

 

What definitely did NOT happen was the interpreter placed Ohtani's bets for him and is now taking the fall.

 

Totally believable.  100%

[snafu]

1 hour ago, KD in CA said:

To recap, either the interpreter waged and lost millions of dollars that he didn't have (because bookies will just let you rack up millions in debt before you have to pay them), OR he stole millions of dollars from Ohtani by wiring it out of Ohtani's accounts (because big banks don't require any additional verification before wiring millions of dollars).

 

What definitely did NOT happen was the interpreter placed Ohtani's bets for him and is now taking the fall.

 

Totally believable.  100%

 

What moron has his interpreter place bets for him, but then knowingly allows his money to be wired directly to bookmakers?  That's not 100% believable, either.

 

 

[4merper4mer]

8 hours ago, KD in CA said:

To recap, either the interpreter waged and lost millions of dollars that he didn't have (because bookies will just let you rack up millions in debt before you have to pay them), OR he stole millions of dollars from Ohtani by wiring it out of Ohtani's accounts (because big banks don't require any additional verification before wiring millions of dollars).

 

What definitely did NOT happen was the interpreter placed Ohtani's bets for him and is now taking the fall.

 

Totally believable.  100%

He was explaining in Japanese but had the same look on his face that Kobe had while explaining what happened in Colorado.  The universal language of obvious bullshit.

Edited March 27 by 4merper4mer

[B-Man]

 

 

Casey at the Bat

 

by Ernest Thayer

 

The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that —
We’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Johnnie safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they’d a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

[snafu]

6 hours ago, B-Man said:

 

 

Casey at the Bat

 

by Ernest Thayer

 

The Outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that —
We’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Johnnie safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one,” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they’d a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike two.”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

These days they would have walked him to load the bases and then hope for a force play with the next batter. 
 

And the call-in shows the next day would have all second guessed the manager’s decision to pitch to Casey — even with the strikeout. 
 

 

[Crap Throwing Clavin]

21 hours ago, snafu said:

These days they would have walked him to load the bases and then hope for a force play with the next batter. 
 

And the call-in shows the next day would have all second guessed the manager’s decision to pitch to Casey — even with the strikeout. 
 

 

 

Only the local call-in shows.

 

The national shows would have had people complaining about how Casey possibly could have struck out after Angel Hernandez called five balls.

[IDBillzFan]

My brother and my son go see these guys sometimes, and I'm told it's a helluva way to watch baseball.

 

 

[KD in CA]

RIP Whitey Herzog. Another great old manager. I'm positive I could name more guys who managed in the '80s than are managing in MLB today.

[B-Man]