Not sure if you guys are aware, but Joe Strauss and Bryan Burwell are on an afternoon radio show. It's weird, but I like Strauss more now as a columnist than I did when he was on the Cardinals beat.

Anyway, today he said something that puzzled me: Brandon Phillips is one of the 20 best players in the National League. 

Is Harper trying to help Carpenter? That was odd.

artie_fufkin wrote:

Carpenter doubles. In other news, the sun will rise in the east, and Bartolo Colon will have exceeded his  recommended daily caloric intake by 11 a.m. tomorrow.

Both impressive.

artie_fufkin wrote:

Hot Box? Seriously?

There you go. It's Pickle.
 

I wish he braves would lose

tkihshbt wrote:

Let's do a pool on who ends it. I'm taking Rendon.

Good call. I'm pretty sure Holliday doesn't make that grab.
 

tkihshbt wrote:

Let's do a pool on who ends it. I'm taking Rendon.

And I have a decent story related to this. I'll write it after the game.
 

This umpiring is ridiculous.

Kozma has to make that play. For shit's sake.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say Wacha has a better career than Bud Smith or Jose Jiminez.

Thanks Artie and Albert

OK, here's the story. I don't know if this is common elsewhere, but in the Fenway Park press box, it's customary if a pitcher has a no-hitter after say five or six innings for the regular beat writers to throw  $10 or $20 into a pot, pick the names in the lineup out of a hat, and the money goes to the guy who picked the name of the batter who breaks up the no-no.
The Associated Press sports guy for Boston is a guy named Jimmy Golen, who my wife's people would call a nebbish. He probably spent his entire high school career with a Kick Me sign taped to his back. Five-foot-two. About 120 pounds, at least 1/10th of it accounted for by his eyeglasses.
Anyway, Clemens is mowing down the Orioles and takes a no-no into the seventh. This is either 1991 or 1992, and the Orioles are just sad sack awful, with the notable exception of Cal Jr. Golen has pulled Ripken's name out of the hat, and he figures he's got the Golden Ticket. Ripken is on deck when Randy Milligan hits a cheap little roller off the end of the bat that finds its way between the first baseman and the second baseman and rolls to a dead stop about 10 feet onto the outfield grass.
Golen goes crazy. He rips up his ticket and starts shouting obscenties in the direction of Clemens, the right side of the Red Sox infield, Milligan, the writer who drew Milligan's name out of the hat, and then everyone else who was in the pool. It's real profane stuff. F-bombs. Everything ... just as Mrs. Yawkey walks into the press box with her two little grand-nieces, who are probably about 7 and 9.
The next day, there's a handwritten sign on Red Sox stationery posted at the entrance to the press box announcing that anyone using "audible profanity" is subject to revocation of their credentials and ejection from the press box.

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I loathe Pete Kozma, but I can't blame him for tonight. That would have been an exceptional play.