As threatened, there are no game reports today, though I did post a poster. Hope you all can “tune in” Sunday night, but in the meantime, Happy New Year!!
Monthly Archives: December 2010
On the eve of the first of two Pirate-Dodger showdown games in Los Angeles, I overheard this conversation in the rear salon car of the Funky Zipline…
DR. GROSSINGER: In our last session, I believe we were talking about your feelings of sports-rooting inadequacy.
SHERMAN: You were talking. I was ignoring. Continue reading
Okay, dudes and dudesses, it’s time for the final stats report of 1977 (barring any final ones after the World Series that I can get motivated to post.) The Carew Watch is hot and heavy, with Rodney a fly’s hairlip below .400. Foster’s overall numbers are still nuclear, but his power production has dropped considerably at the worst time of the year, along with his MVP chances. And the Candy Man continues to lead the world in pitching.
But can you guess the major league leader in hits? How about Garry Templeton at 240, with nine games left to catch Ichiro’s 262—retroactively of course.
1.042 Carew, MIN
1.031 Carbo, BOS
1.025 Thornton, CLE
0.973 Gamble, CHX
0.945 Fisk, BOS
0.944 Yaz, BOS
0.942 Bostock, MIN
0.937 Hisle, MIN
0.933 Singleton, BAL
0.927 Jackson, NYY
0.923 Brett, KC
0.913 Evans, BOS
0.901 Hargrove, TEX
.399-Carew, MIN, .356-Bostock, MIN, .330-Brett, KC,
.328-Hisle, MIN, .327-Yaz, BOS, .323-Cowens, KC,
.322-Fisk, BOS, .316-Singleton, BAL
37-Gamble, CHX, 36-Thornton, CLE, 33-Evans, BOS,
32-Jackson, NYY, 32-Yaz, BOS, 31-Nettles, NYY,
31-Carbo, BOS, 28-Harrah, TEX, 28-Fisk, BOS, 0-Kuiper, CLE
131-Hisle, MIN, 117-Jackson, NYY, 116-Rice, BOS,
107-Thornton, CLE, 99-Nettles, NYY, 99-Yaz, BOS
16-SIngleton, BAL, 13-Hisle, MIN, 13-Brett, KC,
12-Cowens, KC, 11-Yaz, BOS, 11-Piniella, NYY,
118-Hargrove, TEX, 90-Carbo, BOS, 86-Singleton, BAL,
83-Harrah, TEX, 81-Thornton, CLE, 74-Fisk, BOS
18-8 Perry, TEX, 19-9 Leonard, KC, 18-12 Palmer, BAL,
17-9, Figueroa, NYY, 17-13 May, BAL, 16-11, Garland, CLE,,15-5 Jenkins, BOS
2.70 Leonard, KC, 2.96 Guidry, NYY
22-Campbell, BOS, 18-Littell, K.C., 14-Lyle, NYY,
17-T.Johnson, MIN, 13-Kern, CLE, 12
216-Leonard, KC, 197-Perry, TEX, 195-Eckersley, CLE,
192-Blyleven, TEX, 189-Guidry, NY
1.067 Smith, L.A.
1.035 Parker, PIT
1.006 Foster, CIN
0.984 Stargell, PIT
0.960 Simmons, STL
0.960 Bench, CIN
0.940 Ferguson, HOU
0.921 Hernandez, STL
0.913 McBride, PHL
0.912 Dawson, MON
.369-Parker, PIT, .369-Templeton, STL, .357-McBride, PHL,
.352-Simmons, STL, .332-Hernandez, STL, .328, Smith, L.A.,
.314-Foster, CIN, .312-Valentine, MON, .310-Rose, CIN
52-Foster, CIN, 39-Carter, MON, 39-Bench, CIN,
36-Baker, L.A., 33-Smith, L.A., 33-Dawson, MON,
149-Foster, CIN, 131-Parker, PIT, 128-Bench, CIN,
114-Garvey, L.A., 109-Robinson, PIT,
110-Watson, HOU, 104-Smith, L.A.
20-Watson, HOU, 16-Rose, CIN, 16-Hernandez, STL,
13-Foster, CIN, 13-Parker, PIT, 11-Valentine, MON
108-Morgan, CIN, 100-Smith- L.A., 78-Lopes, L.A.,
76-Schmidt, PHL, 76-Ontiveros, CHC, 74-Cey, L.A.
22-8 Candelaria, PIT, 21-8 Hooton, L.A., 19-4 Seaver, CIN,
19-9 John, L.A., 19-10 Richard, HOU, 18-10 Carlton, PHL
2.18-Richard, HOU, 2.29-Candelaria, PIT, 2.81-Seaver, CIN, 2.86-Forsch, STL
16-Hough, L.A., 19-Gossage, PIT, 14-Kerrigan, MON,
14-Sambito, HOU, 14-Sutter, CHC, 12-Garber, PHL
209-Richard, HOU, 198-Carlton, PHL, 182-Seaver, CIN,
179-Rogers, MON, 168-Candelaria, PIT, 163-Hooton, L.A.
We camped out in Peachy’s living room for a few days. After getting crushed yesterday in St. Louis (see The Buzz Line), the Bucs were heading into the Dome for a Sunday double-dip en route to their big showdown in L.A., and it seemed a lot more fun than following my depressing Red Sox around. Peachy is actually more stoked about the Rangers’ three games in K.C. on the final weekend, and by then there might only be three of us left to watch it. Continue reading
The Funky Zipline made an unscheduled stop underneath Peachy Calhoun’s house in Jewett Texas, because even with two huge games in K.C. and L.A. today, his Astro and Ranger affairs had the edge in thrills and bizarreness. Before Peachy takes it away, though, I have to warn you. Because he’s an actual resident of 1977, he isn’t subject to the same sad fate as the rest of us, and the Patriot Act Inc. evaporation system malfunctioned when Houston got eliminated. In other words, Peachy is now one half good ol’ Texas boy and one half English butler. Continue reading
LOS ANGELES—So what are you telling me? That I should have faith in my Dodgers despite the half dozen conniption fits they’ve given me lately? That I should take them being two out in the loss column with Pittsburgh coming in next week as a serious thing? That I shouldn’t expect to give a reading of my will soon? Well…for you? Okay.
Game of the Days
Sutton beat these Expos in the first game, making us 14-6 against them. I’ve seen worse. The problem is we got John and Rau going the last two, both lefties, and Montreal turns most lefties into Canadian chopped liver. Good thing they got Bahnsen, because he’s no good, and even after Dawson and Parrish hit solo shots early, Dusty B. pops one in the bleachers with two aboard and we’re up 3-2. Both Lopes and Yeager are out with scratches, those damn malingerers, and Lasorda gets creative and sticks Manny Mota in left leading off, Smith in center and Baker in right. Mota gets two singles in his first three trips, only messes up one flyball into a triple, while Jerry Grote catches and gets a double and triple. Continue reading
It’s that time of year, when the disco halls are decked, the holly smoked, and holiday hustlers board the non-stop groove train. To enjoy a bit of time off without losing track of the hot ’77 pennant races, here’s my upcoming schedule of posts for the merrymaking season:
Mon, 12/20, Wed, 12/22
Mon, 12/27, Wed. 12/29 Continue reading
Here we were, the Squallpocket Nine reunited again, shooting our way west under the earth at 700 miles an hour. Seamus, who everyone assumed had evaporated, was actually spared and revitalized to lead us to season’s end, and Fred and me had everything to do with it.
Seems that Vernon Q. Ridgerucker, the CEO of Patriot Act Inc., was also a monster John Lennon fan, and because our day spent with the ex-Beatle last week apparently enabled him to survive into the future, Patriot’s reward was a brand new luxury mode of ballpark transportation for us. In addition to being a creepy millionaire entrepreneur, Ridgerucker also had a crapload of stock in the Rand Corporation, which was developing an eerily similar high-speed tube train project during the 70s. Continue reading
BOSTON—A short Amtrak journey up here, and me and Fred get two days of relaxing slugfests at Fenway between the Indians and Bosox, two teams going nowhere. Yesterday’s 11-10 Tribe win had me cracking up all day, and today we get Looie Tiant, ringmaster of Boston’s daily nine-inning circus. Continue reading
CHICAGO—One-armed Lester here, after another awful bus ride to the Windy City for some double crosstown action. At Wrigley it’s the Cubs spoiling the Dodgers’ sofa again in typical excruciating fashion (See my summary below; I don’t think Sherman can handle many more details.) Over at Comiskey, the White Sox need a win against the first-place Royals and 18-game winner Leonard to stay mathematically alive. And with the weird Indian summer weather they’re having, they have to do it with their shorts on. Crazy Amy’s been waiting all season for a bare-legged Chisox game, and now that we got one she’s slipped into a box seat behind their on-deck circle for some closer looks. That girl is just plain strange. Continue reading