I never claimed to be a prognosticator. In fact, against the spread I’m a miserable 10 games under .500 in a NFL season that’s only 4 weeks in. And as you can see from the below post, my MLB LDS predictions are already coming apart at the seams. I guess that’s part of the beauty of sports – baseball in particular – you never truly know who’s going to win. So much luck, so much error, so many inches in a game of the same. Why we try to guess is probably just to have something to write, argue about. And I guess it’s fun, just not when you’re wrong.
On a personal note, I’d like to let the Baseball Gods know that I have paid whatever penance I owed and then some. I’m officially out $250 bones and over 8 heartbreaking hours of life I’ll never get back. I’ve endured indescribable torment from many of the country’s most undesirable denizens and done it all with the fucking swine flu. So here’s the deal: give the Cardinals Game 3, let them earn Game 4, and if – oh dear God if – this miserable series comes back this cesspool of human existence, give them Game 5. In other words, if the Cardinals are going to lose this series, let them do it at home in Game 4. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. I can’t handle the thought of a sweep and I sure as shit can’t imagine suffering through losing Game 5.
Ok, good. Now that me and the Gods are on the same page, let’s discuss some things.
1. Dodgers fans are the dumbest motherfuckers on the planet. This is not disputable. Sure, their average is brought down by legions of illiterate, ex-convict immigrants. But considering that demographic makes up roughly 75% of the stadium attendance on any given night, I’d say it’s representative.
2. This lesson is for you, Senor Mexican Midget #1 sitting behind my right shoulder in Game 1. Funny: Jesus’ dad was Chris Carpenter. Not funny: Jesus was a better Carpenter. Your version – which you loved enough to yell no less than 20 times in 5 innings – is not funny for several reasons, the primary one being that it makes no sense. Jesus, or “hey-zues” as you’d say, was not a carpenter. I’m guessing that a lifetime of making fish out of goddamn rocks and curing blindness doesn’t leave one with much time to man a belt sander. Haven’t you ever seen Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade? Or maybe the shitty Telemundo version your familia bootlegged in Tijuana just had bad translation. In any event, I’m sure heyzues would be thrilled to know that he got nailed to a fucking cross so you could vote “Yes” on Prop 8 on his behalf whilst confusing him with his boring father who apparently had ED since his wife was still a “virgin” when God knocked her up.
3. Dear Senor Mexican Midget #2: Rafael Furcal did not hit for a .667 average this season. I know that’s what the scoreboard said in the 5th inning on Wednesday, but trust me, he didn’t. Moving on.
4. I actually met and sat next to a KMOX couple last night. What’s that? Well, I’ve always heard that Cardinals Nation is so big and widespread due to KMOX’s broadcast reach, but I’ve never actually met anyone to verify said theory. Sure enough, this lifelong SoCal couple had no ties to any State East of Arizona but have been cheering on the Redbirds for over 25 years.
5. Can someone please give Adam Wainwright a hug? Poor guy gets screwed out of 20 Wins by a shitty bullpen, then earns a No Decision last night thanks to events that will not be repeated in detail on this blog. Maybe a Cy Young award will make him feel better? Meh. I’d rather have another ring.
6. Going to away games by yourself is a questionable if not dangerous proposition in Los Angeles. But I noticed that anytime I was in conversation distance to a Dodger fan, nobody talked shit. Moral of the story: if you are in this predicament and your team loses, find the most reasonable “fan of the game” type Dodger fan (any white male over 35 should do) and attempt to converse with him all the way to your car. You may feel a little dirty afterward, but you probably just saved yourself from a knife fight for which you brought no knife. If, however, you are in this predicament and your team wins, run up and down the mother fucking parking lot waving your hat while screaming “Pujols is God!” until the bitch empties out. You still might get stabbed, but the torment of thousands of dejected assholes is worth the risk.
7. Can we get instant replay in baseball please? Game 1 = Cardinals win if Ludwick’s bases clearing double is ruled (correctly) fair.
8. The Dodgers pitching sucks and the Cardinals are getting on base. PLATE SOME GODDAMN RUNS!!!
9. (impromptu) I just got an email from dodgers.com saying NLCS tix go on sale at 1pm today. I don’t know why my spam filter didn’t catch that.
10. Cardinals marketing needs to reevaluate it’s forays into new media. Case in point (click to enlarge):
Back to my hole in the ground.
-LB




