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Too Many Twos Sink Astros

Posted on June 30, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

Angels 7 Astros 2

contributed by Mr. Happy

In reviewing this 7-2 loss to the Halos and in studying the box score, I was struck by the number of twos that appeared. Jordan Lyles threw 22 innings, surrendering 22 earned runs and walking two hitters, both of whom scored. The Astros garnered but 22 hits in the ballgame, collected two walks (both by Chris Carter, who’s been showing signs of better plate discipline of late), only had 22 LOBsters, scored but two runs and committed two errors, both by SS Jake Elmore.

The sole Astros runs scored on a, you guessed it, two run home run by Brett Wallace. Two Astros, Jose Altuve and Jason Castro each struck out twice. Five Astros had 22 official plate appearances, and Chris Carter had two official plate appearances. pitching only recorded two strikeouts and surrendered two home runs. Josh Fields pitched two innings. Travis “I’m tatted all over” Blackley surrendered two earned runs in his inning of work. This game gave Joe Blanton his second win (against ten losses).

Three Halos had two hits and three of them had two RBI’s. Two Angels pitchers had two strikeouts in one inning of work. You get the picture. Too many twos. This concludes the first half of the season where the Astros are 30-51, which is three games ahead of the pace that I predicted before the season began in our annual contest that BudGirl runs so well.

The Astros have the Halos again Sunday, sending Lucas Harrell to the bump against crafty portsider C.J. Wilson. Which Harrell will we see? That will determine how we fare today. I wouldn’t put two dollars on an Astros win.

Angel in Houston

Posted on June 29, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

Angel 4
Astrolina 2

contributed by NeilT

It was three in the morning, a time I should have been asleep but couldn’t sleep. I was in my other room, the one where the bed wasn’t, waxing my surfboard and drinking rye from a jelly glass and the phone rang. Nothing good comes from a 3 am phone call, but then it kept ringing and I answered.

“Brad,” I knew that voice. I’d known that voice for too long. I should have hung up the phone, but I’m a sucker.

“Brad,” she repeated, “it’s me, Astrolina.” It was a voice that stirred honey and whiskey and smoke, and it was always trouble. At three in the morning if a voice like that’s on the phone, it’s never good.

“Brad,” she says, “Angel’s followed me to Houston.”

“What do you want me to do Astrolina. I’m home in San Diego, and I’m not coming to Houston. I’m done with that town.”

“She’s brought guys, and they’ve got guns. I need you. There’s no one else I can trust.” What can I say? I was on the next flight to Houston.

Angel's muscle

Angel’s muscle

***

Angel is from Anaheim, that damned Disney town. It’s Boss Rat’s town, but it’s a tough town, a mean town, and there’s a guy with a price on every corner. Angel for once had firepower, and she’d come for a win.

***

Norris pitched another nice game, going 7 innings with 4 hits, 1 run, no earned runs, and 5 strike outs. Castro put the Astros on the board first with a HR leading off the 4th. With Clemens on the mound Bourjos scored on a Shuck fly out and a Cedeno error in the 8th. With Ambriz on the mound Angel scored two more in the top of the 9th on an Aybar single. Dominguez drove in Pena on a sac fly in the bottom of the 9th.

Barnes had some highlight reel defensive plays in center. http://wapc.mlb.com/play?content_id=28421917He also managed an error. There were two Astros’ double plays, 1-4-3 and 5-4-3. Williams, for the Angels, pitched a nice game with a pink glove.

***

I woke up in the weeds by the bayou. Those dwarves hit hard and long for more than three hours. Astrolina was there too, in not much better shape than me, and she was mad, and for some reason she was mad at me. You let them take it Brad. You let them take my win.

At least for once she thought it was hers.

Angels @ Astros Series Preview

Posted on June 28, 2013 by Ebby Calvin in Featured, Series Previews

They opened, one-by-one.  Six-by-seven blocks of six-by-seven cubicles (with balcony!), plotted along the inside track of a squared horseshoe; each with a sliding-glass door that stayed stubbornly sealed.  That they could open was an aberration in itself; that mine would open was uncertain at this point.

Because there was plenty to do with the door closed.

***

Sleep was the obvious choice.  The bed looked comfortable, with a heavy white duvet that lay atop what seemed like 14 layers of various thicknesses.  I should simply give in, set a timer for 12 hours and literally double my combined rest from the previous three days.  The work was finished, the week was ending, and all I had to do was drag my sorry ass to the airport in the morning.  But I was hungry.  And thirsty.  And I didn’t want tomorrow to start just yet.  Sleeping isn’t always relaxing.

So I began what has come to be an evening routine while on the road.  Fire up the laptop and find a baseball game on TV.  Maybe listen to an album and click through the bookmarks on my browser.

But I couldn’t concentrate.  Exhaustion deadened my senses as webpages faded in and out without comprehension or focus.  Tiny noises pounded at my eardrums – the click of my mouse, the hum of the air conditioner.  Ants crawled down my limbs yet inside my skin.  I was sleeping, and aware of it.  My eyelids closed, then opened as I fought my delirium.

I  slept more on airplanes in the last week than I did in beds.  But a hotel bed is not what I needed.

I splashed some water on my face and stared in the mirror.  What time is it?  Shit, what day is it?  And where the fuck am I?

I shuffled to the window and threw back the curtain.  Not a window, but a door.  I unlatched the lever and slid it open.  There, outside, was a world unknown to me.  There, outside, was life.

I shut the laptop and threw my cell phones on the bed.  I have a TV at home.  I can check my email tomorrow.  I can sleep when I’m dead.

I left.  My door was open.

***

Friday June 28, 2013 – MMPUS 7pm

Jerome Williams (5-3) vs Bud Norris (5-7)

Saturday June 29, 2013 – MMPUS 3pm

Joe Blanton (1-10) vs Jordan Lyles (4-2)

Sunday June 30, 2013 – MMPUS 1pm

CJ Wilson (7-5) vs Lucas Harrell (5-8)

***

Steelhead Diner came highly recommended by a local, so I pointed my feet in that general direction.  The cool air that billowed in from the water perked me up, and one shoe eventually followed the other as the hotel shrunk behind me.

The boardwalk crawled with tourists, and I slipped through the throng with my head down.  The Public Market sat ahead, empty in the waning evening hours save for a few sweepers and moppers.  The smell of fish hung in the air; a memory of marine life long past and newly present.  If they shut this place down, brought it to the ground and erected a Febreze factory in its place it would still smell like fish for decades to come.

The diner was just around the corner, and I ducked in.  Where I was expecting a greasy counter with a gum-smacking waitress named Flo I found a trendy restaurant and a bartender named Gustav.  This will do.

I ordered a local IPA and a sockeye salmon/white asparagus salad at the bar.  Truffle clam chowder appetizer.  A middle-aged man who looked a lot like Robert Downey Jr. sidled up next to me and ordered a beer.  He pocketed an electric cigarette and started talking.  Robert was in town from Austin for a job interview and was trying to figure out if the move would be worth it.  He clearly thought a lot of himself, and to be honest there was quite a bit to think of him.  He had a hand in Eeyore’s Birthday and Burning Flipside, and we carried the conversation through three beers and out the door.

The two Texans then walked back to the Public Market in search of a man from Killeen.

***

Promotions

Friday – fireworks

Saturday – 10,000 fans get a Home Replica Jersey

Sunday – nothing

***

We found the man from Killeen easily – at a little park in between the market and the boardwalk.  Greg didn’t know us, didn’t care, but was happy to see us.  He ran track back in his high school days and held a record in hurdles a lifetime ago.  I mentioned a mutual acquaintance, my college friend Miguel, whom he recalled in detail from a similar encounter years ago.  We chatted for a few minutes, shook hands, and left him where we found him, both sides richer.

Robert, happy to have made the introduction, gave me a business card and lied that he’d get in touch with me the next time he’s in Houston.  I lied that I’d look forward to it, and we went our separate ways.

***

Injuries

Angels

Peter Bourjos – fibroids

Sean Burnett – hot flashes

Robert Coello – hangnail

Tommy Hanson – irritable bowel syndrome

Ryan Madson – missing left ear

Andrew Taylor – slept in

Jason Vargas – made a funny face so long it stuck

Astros

Trevor Crowe – right shoulder

Edgar Gonzalez – right shoulder

Justin Maxwell – concussion (might be back for the series)

Alex White – do I really have to list him?

***

My door was open.  The balcony wasn’t big, maybe four-by-four feet, but it was big enough for the desk chair.  A woman above me leaned against the rail with a cigarette, a man across the way waited for his wife to get ready, two teenagers to my right looked up from their cell phones.

I cupped my hands together and looked at what the man from Killeen gave me.  Light yet dense, purple but mostly green; a thick grey vapor encircled it as it shrank in my hands.   After four or five minutes, it vanished.  I melted into the chair.

Six-by-seven blocks of six-by-seven cubicles opened, one-by-one, to reveal their inhabitants.  We didn’t know each other, didn’t care, but we were happy to see each other.

Because before us, clearer than any TV, more immediate than any website and more vivid than any dream, the sun set over Puget Sound.

I relaxed.  I slept.

Astros Kick Down Bird-House of Cards

Posted on June 27, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

Astros big inning is enough.

WP: Bedard (3-3)
LP: Lynn (10-2)
SV: Veras 16

contributed by Sphinx Drummond

After falling behind by three runs, the Astros stormed back with a four run fourth inning that proved to be enough for the victory. Eric Bedard pitched an effective 6 innings, raising his record to 3-3, scattering seven hits, striking out six and walking one. Cardinal starter Lance Lynn took the loss, his record is now 10-2 and 0-1 when he faces the Astros on Wednesdays.

Jose Altuve led off the fourth with a single, Castro followed with another single, and Chris Carter walked to load the bases. Carlos Pena took a base on balls and picked up an RBI when Altuve walked home. J.D. Martinez hit into a fielder’s choice that scored Castro and advanced Carter to third with Pena getting out at second. Brett Wallace singled, scoring Carter, followed by Matt Dominguez fielder’s choice that got Martinez out at third. With Wallace on second, Brandon Barnes singled, scoring Wallace for the final run of the inning.

After Bedard left at the end of the sixth frame, the big question was, could the relief staff hold the Cardinals down for the final three innings. One never knows with the Astros but Wednesday night they held tight and shut the Cardinals out for the rest of the game. Jose Veras worked the ninth for his 16th save of the year.

The Astros’ Wednesday record for the year is now 9 wins and 4 losses. Pretty remarkable. Also remarkable is the fact that they’ve been basically playing .500 ball for a few weeks now. Thursday the Astros send… What?!?!? Okay, no game Thursday. I don’t understand the scheduling anymore. A lot of two game and four game series this year. So on Friday the Astros will host the Angels with Jerome Williams (5-3) facing off against Bud Norris (5-7) for the first game of a two or three or four game series.

Attendance – 17,428
Game Time – 2:47
Temperature – 73

Concussed or, cardinals hold off the Astros rally in the 9th to win it by a lot of runs.

Posted on June 26, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

W: Old Man Westbrook
L: Lucas the Lad

Contributed by Reuben

Lucas Harrell has been remarkably consistent in his inconsistency this season, hasn’t he? He’s either great, or he’s not and completely implodes and melts down in an enormous ball of wildness, frustration, and rage. Unfortunately the Astros got the latter result Tuesday night, and the game was basically played and done with all in the course of one incendiary top of the 4th that included a diving catch attempt that resulted in a mild concussion for Justin Maxwell. Hopefully he is alright.

But there were some positives for the evening!

-Astros pitchers struck out 14 batters! The cardinal pitchers sucked by comparison of that one statistic!

-Matty D hit another Dinger, which also happened to break up a no-hitter in the 6th inning.

-Brett Wallace announced his return from Triple-A with authority, hitting a 2-run triple and striking out 0 fucking times.

-Marc Krauss notched his first big-league hit.

-The score will reset itself to 0-0 for the start of tonight’s game, where Erik Bedard will try to continue building his trade value, er, lead his team to victory against Lance Lynn, who has/had a ridiculously huge hipster beard and is 10 and fucking 1 this season.

At Least It Wasn’t On TV

Posted on June 23, 2013 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

Not in my house, anyway.

FTC 14, Astros 6

W: Samardzija (5-7)
L: Lyles (4-2)

Some of the bats showed up. 13 hits, 7 of them by Castro and Carter; 6 runs scored. Not nearly enough when a combination of bad pitches and worse fielding yields 16 hits, spread throughout the lineup as doubles, triples and home runs en route to a 14-6 humbling of the Astros.

At least three runs scored on Lyles were the direct result of misplays, leading to the inevitable hammering of the bullpen after he was lifted before the sixth, down 8-3. LeBlanc gave up a three-run homer to Sweeney, and Rizzo got a two-run job off of The Kid in the eighth.

Houston gets the day off tomorrow before hosting the 3rdinals for a pair.

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