In da house

Stephen and I had to paint a fence yesterday, so we listened to the end of the Phillies-Dodgers game on the radio and a lot of the Rays-Red Sox game before we switched to TV. I just lounged outside my dog house while he painted my fence. We were bonding. (see photo)

The Red Sox game was called by Jon Miller and Joe Morgan, and I really don't like Joe Morgan's style because he repeats things like eight times because he has nothing else to say. Just as a "for instance" (that's Palin talk, we're all getting accents, eh) Joe Morgan said that Red Sox starter Daisuke Matsuzaka often has bad command of his pitches until he gets in a jam and pitches out of it.

"So, Dice-K will throw pitches that aren't even close, then he'll pitch out of it."
"Dice-K is out of the strike zone, again, but then when he needs to throw strikes, he can."
"That's the thing about Dice-K, he just throws strikes when he has to."
"Dice-K really can't command his pitches, but somehow he strikes out batters."
"There goes Dice-K again, digging himself a hole then throwing strikes."
"I really don't like these Japanese guys coming over here and taking American jobs on the mound."

OK, so he didn't really say that last one, but you get the idea. Isn't there anything else going on in the game? Is there no other storyline?




That's Joe Morgan, left, and Daisuke Matsuzaka, right.
At least Jon Miller is telling me about the crazy dimensions of Tropicana Field, describing the length to the outfield walls and the short height of the fences.

And don't even get me started on Fox's Tim McCarver.

Woof

Jax