OK, I'm sick of diving, beach volleyball, women's softball, all that. I'm just tired of Bob Costas trying to make everything sooo dramatic and telling me that the telecast is "live" or "kinda live if you're on the East Coast" or "live-ish" from Beijing.
Whatever. Give me baseball.
Stephen and I watched the Giants game last night. Brian Wilson imploded, giving up a 3-run jack to the Marlins' John Baker in the top of the ninth to tie it. Wilson--who I heard was born again as a Christian in the off season--I think he mouthed something like "F- it, Jesus" after that homer went up. It's hard to tell with no audio.
Speaking of audio, this other dog in the neighborhood was barking throughout the game, so I couldn't hear Kruk and Kuip for much of anything. I had to bark back, naturally. My sense of smell is way better than my hearing, even with these big, floppy ears.
Anyway, Wilson aside, I'll admit I have a soft spot for "Big Money" Bengie Molina. We're both, let's face it, a little chubby. He's Latino, I'm black (fur). We both squat a lot (he's a catcher, comes from a family of catchers), you catch my drift.
In the bottom of the ninth Big Money hit a nice sac fly to center to bring in Dave Roberts and end it. Celebration on the mound! Now, if only we coud string together about 20 wins like that ...
Doggie out,
Jax
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OMG - You so sound like that columnist in the Chronicle..Scott Ostler. Funny yet intelligent. Thou I'm not sure a dog can be intelligent like that. But hey if you can type....
And ya know the Pads didn't want Maddux to leave. He was doing them a favor. Just ask him.
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