Yes, GTBers, it's more Mets and Red Sox drivel. Hoping you are enjoying this throwback venture, and if not, well, I guess I'd suggest that you get off your collective keister and add some content of your own. Other than a solitary Teej joint in June, only OBX Dave has buffeted the (mostly) rob and (way less) Whitney show this summer.
Game 2 of the GTB Derby
Red Sox at Mets
7:10pm, Tuesday, September 3
With our Sox correspondent RR taking in some of New Zealand's finest smooth music (ever) tonight, that leaves me to watch the Met-iocrity and paint something of a picture for him upon his return from the Trap. We'll drop a few Crowded House references in here for fans.
Met lefty David "Sgt." Peterson on the hill tonight. Last season he spent six months in a leaky boat (Not even Crowded House! Their brother act Split Enz! Wow!), but this year he's plugged the holes and is sporting a 2.83 ERA.
Oh, and it's his birthday tonight. O/U on mentions of that unimportant fact in the broadcast: 16.5.
Thing is... that one hit was a 2-run job by Francisco Lindor. Crushing it, my man.
So, I think I failed to get through to the GTBitterati how good a reference this was in the last post:
His name sounds like Roger Clemens and Mariano Rivera had a baby.
See, for the uninformed, Roger "Shamuel Longhorn" Clemens named his sons Koby, Kory, Kacy, and Kody to reference his lofty K total. It's cool, no, really. And Mariano Rivera was the maestro with his cut fastball, referred to as the "cutter." You know what they say about jokes you have to explain. Sigh.
Anywho, Kutter Crawford kept the Mets hitters utterly locked out beyond that one mistake. Kid has some sick off-speed weapons in his arsenal.
Peterson leaves after 6, up 2-1. His only allowed run came on a flare, a gork, a dying quail, to quote Crash Davis. Not bad.
José Buttó comes on in relief. I'm not thrilled. This guy's work makes me mangle his name in a horrible way utilizing a certain Long Island Lolita Lothario and the f-word. Be cool, Whit. Deep breaths. And then he mows the Sox down 1-2-3.
Keith Hernandez sees a toddler smiling adorably for a sideline camera and takes the time to point out that there's chocolate on her face and that her mother should clean her face. Yeah. You tell her, Keith.
Crawford leaves after 6, down 2-1. Mark Vientos promptly hits something so strong into the left field seats in the bottom of the 7th. That's our 3B, baby.
Then the same Mets pitcher walks the first two batsmen in the Red Sox 8th. Buttofucko! He's quickly yanked for Reed Garrett, but after an infield single, there are bases loaded with nobody out. A sac fly later, Rob's speedster Masataka Yoshida comes up with a chance to break our backs. Don't dream it's over, boys. (You knew it was coming at some point.)
4-6-3. Phewwwwwwww. Feels like we've seen that go the other way too many times, but as we know, history never repeats.
Need some insurance here, Metsies, I say aloud to a television. Up 3-2, bottom 8. As if to say "I got you," the Mets bats come alive. 38-year-old Sox reliever Chris Martin is in trouble immediately, firing nothing at the speed of sound (gauche to mix bands, but that's his name). McNeil singles!
"You know, if I thought Alvarez could bunt, I'd say it'd be a perfect spot to let him do something successful offensively."
-- Gary Cohen backhanding our catcher, who's free-falling in a slump
And then Alvarez, in defiance of that slap, hits one the opposite way. 2 runners aboard. Then Flushing's conquering hero Lindor doubles off the wall. Keep it up, lad.
Darude's "Sandstorm" is playing at Citi Field. Um, that's a Gamecocks song! Ask Mark or Greg! Oh well. It's out. And it's fun.
A sac fly and a strikeout later, Polar Pete crushes one to left to make it 7-2. Hoo boy.
The Sox go down in order in the 9th as the Met with the worst haircut (Ryne Stanek) closes it out. Mets win. Happy Birthday, David Peterson.
I'm hoping rob isn't giving up the ship yet. But I need one more W tomorrow night.
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into temptation, knowing full well the earth will rebel sounds like a plea from a sox fan who still holds hope. great set by the boys. neil finn's in fine voice at 66, and the whole band was both sharp and playful, helped by the camaraderie inherent in having three finns (neil's sons liam and elroy play lead guitar and drums, respectively) and 40+ year crowded house member nick seymour in the lineup. solid mix of standards (don't dream it's over, something so strong, seven worlds collide, four seasons in one day, weather with you, better be home soon), deep cuts (a rollicking, rockabilly sister madly, world where you live, distant sun), some new stuff, and a split enz cover (i got you). the boys played for two full hours, right up against the curfew at wolf trap. if they come your way, get some.
Into Temptation is my favorite CH tune. Would love to catch those guys in action sometime.
there were multiple occasions where neil stopped singing and the crowd filled in. the wolf trap choir was on point. i can't even imagine what kind of ego boost it must be to have a couple thousand people sing your song back to you.
in other news, fritz! tiafoe! all-american us open semi!
People are really flocking to this baseball bent.
“mass shootings as routine aren’t the cost of freedom, they’re the cost of blind obstinance." - raphael warnock, today
"thoughts and prayers." - the blindly obstinate, in perpetuity
What does OBX Dave think about this?
https://www.espn.com/nfl/story/_/id/41122997/commanders-suspend-vp-comments-players-jones-goodell
Dude who is a VP for the commanders meets a girl on social media app and goes on a couple of dates. She’s an “undercover reporter” for a media group. She records him and goes public. His words are a bit incendiary and insensitive. On the scale, not horrible. Not great. But is the manner in which she obtained the quote ethical?
Okay, back to the RSDS.
Game 3 of the MLCGTB Derby. Sox start Houck, Mets Megill. Don’t love that tête-à-tête.
Megill mesucks
If you like announcer misery, the sawx radio team are a good listen.
baseball is stupid
At the risk of gasbaggery and equivocation, here we go: It's unclear from ESPN story if reporter ever ID'd herself as such, gave Enteen a chance to clarify remarks, or simply went public.
Keim, ESPN reporter, is a solid dude and has done this a long time. But he referred to exchange or Enteen remarks as "interviews." Sure doesn't appear to qualify as "interview."
Blatantly unethical for reporter not to ID herself or outline some kind of professional parameters, especially when Enteen began to go all social and NFL critic. If he thought it was social and she was playing "gotcha," she's a piece of shit who should be turfed. Meanwhile, Enteen has only been suspended but when your job title is VP of Content and those are your remarks -- whether sincere or simply trying to impress a date with provocative takes -- you should probably look for another line of work.
she was an okeefe media stooge, and as such a purveyor of gotcha clickbait with no journalistic objective.
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