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Houston in LA: Have Your People Call My People

Posted on August 13, 2007 by Taras Bulba in Series Previews

By Taras Bulba

Astros (52-65) at Dodgers (60-57)
Dodger Stadium

Monday, August 13, 9:10pm CDT-ESPN2
Tuesday, August 14, 9:10pm CDT-KNWS
Wednesday, August 15, 9:10pm CDT-FSN
Thursday, August 17, 9:10pm CDT-FSN

Your 2007 Houston Astros begin a four game meet and greet with The Los Angeles Dodgers of Los Angeles at beautiful Chavez Arroyo tonight. Though stung by a couple of tough losses against the game Brewers, the Astros are 6-4 over their last 10 games and seem to be playing with a little more of an edge. Meanwhile, the Dodgers are in somewhat of a free fall, going a dismal 2-8 and falling 6 games behind division leading Arizona. Houston took 2 out of 3 against LA in their last series, which featured B-G-O’s grand slam and Carlos Lee eating an entire side of beef in the clubhouse afterward. Obviously, it’s an important series for both teams and can determine if there’s still fight left or if it’s time to run up Berkman’s or Kent’s drawers. An ugly thought.

Projected Matchups
(http://houston.astros.mlb…ble_pitchers.jsp?c_id=hou)

Monday
Roy Oswalt (12-6, 3.42) v. Chad Billingsley, RHP (7-3, 3.34)
Oswalt has been back to his dominating self over the last month, punishing hitters and bringing back the “K” when he needs it. Jake Peavy is in love with him. Meanwhile, Billingsley has been pitching relatively well but has dropped three straight. I think that Chad was an Omega.

Tuesday
Matt “Fat” Albers (2-5, 6.20) v. Brett Tomko, RHP (2-9, 5.49)
Albers is getting the start for Sampson who is lolling about on the bench complaining of piles or consumption or something, so it’s another opportunity for Fat Matt to stake a claim to the rotation for next season. He’s had a decent start or two and has wicked stuff (heard that before?) but needs to establish a semblance of command. Tomko is a rag arm and needs to be shelled. That would, of course imply that Houston will have a difficult time hitting a ball out of the infield. We’ll see.

Wednesday
Jason Jennings (2-7, 6.15) v. Brad “Will” Penny, RHP (13-3, 2.54)
Jason and his Assonauts will attempt to turn in a quality start, although he might get beaned by one of the still orbiting home runs hit by Fielder and Weeks on Friday. It’s difficult to believe Jennings when he insists that he’s healthy in light of his awful season. Must be an old Baylor trick. Penny has been tough all year but is battling an abdominal strain which causes him pain and requires after hours special healing therapy from his girlfriend. I’ve tried the injury angle myself from time to time over the years and have had limited success with it. Hats off, Brad.

Thursday
Wandy Rodriguez (7-10, 4.34) v. Derek Lowe, RHP (8-11, 3.61)
An 8.16 ERA on the road. A 1.65 ERA at home. Ausmus, you’re a smart guy—time to do some mind tricks with Wandy and convince him that all of Los Angeles loves him. I’m betting that Thursday night our boy Wandy-Pop breaks the cycle of road suck that has plagued him in ’07 and performs his magic against the suddenly light hitting Dodgers. He’s up against Derek Lowe who has an even more fascinating injury than Penny: a hip boo-boo that results in shooting pain up his side causing him to prance about the place like the Elephant Man. However, Lowe is not a quitter and has hung in there despite the pain, saying a lot of really bad words in the process.

Giveaways
(http://losangeles.dodgers…le/promotions.jsp?c_id=la)

Show up Tuesday night and get Dodgers trading cards. For Kent, they just superimpose a stock image of his head onto a random player. The last photographer that tried taking his picture was beaten to death with his own camera by an enraged Kent who then went out and promptly washed his truck.

Thursday is “Filipino Amercian Night.” I really don’t know what this is all about other than I’m just grateful that they’re not having this promotion in San Diego, otherwise you’d have sailors spending the whole game swapping fond tales of Subic and Marilyn’s “Super Number One” special.

Injury Report
(http://losangeles.dodgers…team/injuries.jsp?c_id=ls)
Chin-hui Tsao and Hong-Chih Kuo are out with arm injuries but should be back soon assuming the tiger penis tea and cobra blood cocktails work.
((http://houston.astros.mlb…eam/injuries.jsp?c_id=hou)
Chis Sampson allegedly has a sprained right ulnar collateral ligament. He’s probably just still teary and weepy after Wheeler pushed him and needs to get through the latest Danielle Steel novel. PENCE!!! is still out with the wrist thingy but he’s busy clothing the masses and learning how to slide. Garner hits him with a cattle prod every time he doesn’t get his hands up. Lidge isn’t on the DL, but he’s got a knee issue to be fixed once the 2007 Death March is completed. The swollen carcass of Rick White is still out in the Minute Maid parking lot. Awful. Everett is taking a few ground balls but remains gimpy after being plowed by El Rey Feo. Ball Product is a throwin’ and a fightin’ to git back into this here fight before the war’s over. He seems to be on target to do just that and may even get his old regiment back. Gimenez reports feeling “bloated” and can’t seem to do anything with his hair, but otherwise says the right labia thing is coming along fine.

A few items:

The Dodgers have had hitting woes of late, as evidenced by their trade for Mark Sweeney and the signing of Shea Hillenbrand to a AAA contract. They looked tough a few weeks ago against Houston and were riding high, but have dropped off a cliff since.

Wiggington isn’t Doug Rader around the bag, but he’s solid, has a pretty good bat which he actually swings when presented with a hittable pitch, and is a hustling dude. Nice to know that third won’t be a question mark for the next few years. Also nice for Garner, whose facial tic has greatly subsided since Ensberg was shipped to the Padres.

It’s my sincere hope that incriminating photos of Pettitte with Clemens and Jeter in a three way are published. But, there’s no doubt that Houston is missing what he brought to the rotation. Hate to even say it out loud.

Whenever Houston goes to LA, it’s fun to think about Art Howe single handedly destroying the Dodgers back in the one game playoff there in ’80.

Nice photo of Andy Zipp with Drayton. I’ve met Drayton a couple of times, the last at the pee trough at Floyd Casey Stadium in Waco. He’s a larger than life figure. Reminds me that I once met Ronald Reagan while standing at the urinal and he was the kind of guy who had the goddamn common courtesy to wash his hands before we shook. Decent fellow. In some ways, being an owner is akin to being president—tough to make everyone happy, you make both very good and very bad decisions, and you have to put up with some snippy reporters. When it’s all said and done, you just hope to walk away without a urinary tract infection.

Astros sweep the Dodgers. I’ve got a Kent Bottenfield card for anyone who stays up that late to see it.

Brewers @ Astros – Maybe Your Baby. . . (Aug 10-12, 2007)

Posted on August 9, 2007 by Dark Star in Series Previews

By ‘strosrays 

Maybe Your Baby Done Made Some Other Plans

Brewers (60-55) at Astros (51-63)
Minute Maid Park, 501 Crawford St., Houston, TX  77002
a/k/a “The Juice Box”

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Friday, August 10 (7:05 p.m. CDT) – FSN

Saturday, August 11 (6:05 p.m. CDT) – FSN

Sunday, August 12 (1:05 p.m. CDT) – FSN

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The other day by chance I caught a snippet of a conversation on 790 AM between Milo Hamilton and the two giggling idiots who were hosting the call-in show he was on.  Those two host guys really sucked, whoever they were (could these be the infamous Mongrels Of Midday I have heard mentioned in the TZ?)  They apparently were mostly good at snickering like schoolgirls at some private joke.  They made Milo seem measured and erudite by comparison and, you know, that is saying something.

Then later, on the same station (I think) was Charlie Palillo, who apparently styles himself as Houston sports talk radio’s Cato the Elder, ending every droning utterance and oration he makes with the statement, “Ceterum censeo Purpuræ esse delendam.”  “And therefore, I conclude that Purpura must be destroyed.”  Whatever.

I don’t usually have time to keep up with Houston sports talk radio, praise Allah.  I live ninety miles away and in a different world most of the time.  Not that one need spend a lot of time and effort keeping up.  It is sort of like a soap opera.  You can turn it off and then back on again nine or ten months later, and catch up on everything in about five minutes.

I generally make it a habit to not listen to AM radio anyway, especially on the road.  But I broke the bracket for the XM and won’t be able to repair it until this weekend, and the FM I’ve heard isn’t sufficient for my needs.  But I’ll be goddamned if I am going to spend the next few days listening to mewling retards.  Guess it is time to get out the old Herbie Mann/Memphis Underground LPs, and burn me a CD or two for the road.Read More

Memphis Underground, middle-aged divorcees, the hollow men

Cubs at Astros – Your 2007 Chicago Cubs, Now With 8 Percent Less Sand-Vaginitis!

Posted on August 6, 2007 by MRaup in Series Previews

By MRaup

Minute Maid Park

Monday, August 6, 6:05 p.m. CDT – FSN
Tuesday, August  7, 7:05 p.m. CDT – FSN
Wednesday, August 8, 7:05 p.m. CDT – KNWS

This is going to be down and dirty, due to the amount of work piling up while I write this preview.

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Astros at Marlins – Bottom-feeders Prefer Stinkbait

Posted on August 3, 2007 by Craig in Series Previews

By Craig Elliott
Dolphin Stadium

Friday, August 3, 6:05 p.m. CDT – FSN
Saturday, August 4, 6:05 p.m. CDT – FSN
Sunday, August 5, 12:05 p.m. CDT – FSN

So I finally got an Astros game on my TV, and unfortunately for me it was the Jason Jennings one-man re-enactment of the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Though I don’t think the original had as many cannon shots. At least the Padres kidnapped Morgan Ensberg before they left town, leaving behind a stack of blankets and a pouch of magic beans. Mo had a burst of insight on the plane to the Pet Shop, realized that lo! he needed to swing the bat in order to get hits, and then cranked two homers.

Then the Astros went to Hotlanter and got spanked twice, but somehow pulled a 14-inning win out of Jennings’ gigantic ass. The game-winning hit stayed in the backyard, but it was enough to put the game in the can.

Now the Astros head to Miami for the hurricane season, where the best we can probably hope for is not getting rained out, so we don’t have to go back.

Things aren’t much better for the Marlins. They’re out of the NL East race, and Dontrelle Willis is stinking up the joint. They’ve lost their last three series, including a four-game sweep in Arizona.Read More

SD v. Houston: We Got Your I-Pad Right Here

Posted on July 26, 2007 by Taras Bulba in Series Previews

By Taras Bulba

Padres (54-46) at Astros (44-57)
Minute Maid Park
AKA “The Juice Box”

Thursday, July 26, 7:05pm-FSN
Friday, July 27, 7:05pm-FSN
Saturday, July 28, 2:55pm-FOX!!!
Sunday, July 29, 1:05pm-KNWS

Los Padres begin a four game pasear with our boys, feeling a little out of kilter after losing two out of three to Colorado and seeing their setup man and Morgan Ensberg’s illicit love interest, Scott Linebrink, shipped to the Brewers.  They’re sitting one game back of the Dojers in a tight NL West race and could be feeling just a tad bit of the old pre-stretch drive pressure in taking on a Houston club that appears to be playing a little looser these days.  All-star righthander Chris Young may be headed for the DL, adding further complications to their current watery bowels.

The just completed series victory by the Astros over the division leading Dojers is arguably the highlight of the thus far dismal 2007 campaign.  After a brutal butt kicking by Jeff Kent and the Angelinos in the first game, Houston rallied for thrilling wins in games two and three behind B-G-O’s epic slam and El Caballo’s all around display of hitting, fielding, and thievery on the basepaths.  As encouraging were Jennings’ suck up and pitch performance in game two and Albers’ display of some serious stuff with great command in game three, along with Lidge bringing the filth on both nights.  Good times.  Though PENCE!!! and Everett are down and Oswalt needs a jump, it’s never too late to spoil someone’s party and the next four games present a wonderful opportunity to do just that.

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Dodgers @ Astros – Apocalypse Whenever (July 23-25, 2007)

Posted on July 23, 2007 by Dark Star in Series Previews

By ‘strosrays

Apocalypse Now Well, Pretty Soon!

Dodgers (55-44) at Astros (42-56)
Minute Maid Park, 501 Crawford St., Houston, TX  77002
a/k/a “The Juice Box” 

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▪Monday, July 23 (7:05 p.m. CDT) – FSN

▪Tuesday, July 24 (7:05 p.m. CDT) – FSN

▪Wednesday, July 25 (7:05 p.m. CDT) – FSN

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I Stood Upon the Sand of the Sea

This one won’t be winning any literary prizes, I’ll say that up front.

Not that any of the previous efforts would, either, but this one is being written 1.) at the last minute (actually, nothing new there); 2.) with no major overriding theme in mind (ditto); 3.) about halfway through a cooler full of brewskies; and 4.) from the beach.  Literally.

That last is something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.  In the great SE Texas tradition going back at least to my father’s time, we have moved down to the beach for the summer, at least the last half of it.  In the old, pre-air conditioning days, families did this to escape the sub-tropical heat and mosquitos back in town, as much as anything else.  The whole household would be carted down to the Bolivar Peninsula, lock, stock, and barrel for three months, and the dads would commute.  It was great for the kids, of course, and among other things it caused my own father to be a lifelong stone beach bum at heart.  So, I come by it naturally.

My family and I have been staying down here a three weeks so far.  And it has kind of sucked, actually.  Torrential rains, a rape-murder just down from the cabin a couple weeks back, flesh-eating bacteria in the Gulf. . . but it still beats the hell out of being back in town, and it is supposed to be clearing up now.  I’ve been driving back-and-forth a lot, but it is only a 45-minute commute.  My brother in Kingwood has a longer one than that, to his job in downtown Houston.  So I have no reason to complain.

Today, we’ve been sitting out on the beach.  We just switched over from the Astros game, where Woody Williams of all people shut down the Pirates, 1-0.  Great game.  Now we are listening to the KLOL-FM clone, whichever station it is the aging stoners and heads moved to when the legendary 101.1 went Tejano a few years back.  The Cult’s “Wildflower” is playing right now.  Extended 12” version.  I’ve got a spiral composition book I am writing in, sitting in my old-style beach chair.  My wife is stretched out on a chaise lounge lawn chair next to me, on the other side of the 64-gallon cooler sitting between us.  She is sunning, and acting like she is reading a book, which I know she is not, actually.  The cooler has a couple of cases of Miller Lite (hers) and Natural Light iced down in it, along with some water and soft drinks.  I’ve had a few beers by now, and the old lady is starting to look pretty good.  She turned 43 this summer, but except for a few gray hairs she attributes to being married to yours truly (which she covers up with a product called Beautiful Brunette, I believe), she looks ten years younger.  I have to hand it to her – I am sitting here looking at her backside, and she has kept her shape, mostly, and, well, I am thinking, um. . .

My ten year old is out in the surf, having swum out to almost to the second sand bar.  He is an excellent swimmer, but I have been keeping one eye on him.  He said he felt a sand shark bump his leg the other day.  Fairly common in the surf down here, and some people kind of freak out when it happens.  Even a small shark, moving at cruising speed, can whack you pretty good when he hits your thigh with his snout (which they do intentionally, by the way. . . a shark has an excellent built-in navigation system.)  My son told me he knew what it was when it happened, and so he just sort of calmly started swimming for the beach.  He’s been playing out in this water since he was two or three, and it takes a lot to faze him.

My fourteen-year-old is down the way, sitting on the tailgate of the F-150, listening to the stereo, looking cool.  He has on a pair of tan canvas OP surfing shorts, a puca shell and turquoise necklace, and silver mirror shades, teardrop Aviator knockoffs.  Dark-tanned, he has broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.  My boy is growing up, and he is starting to look a lot like his old man at the same age, people tell me.  :Sigh:  Makes a dad proud.  He has got down the ‘ability to leer at passing lovelies without being obvious about it’ thing, too.  I taught him that.  In fact, I’ve been practicing it a little bit today, myself.  It takes a certain amount of talent and persistence to be able to move one’s eyes from extreme east to extreme west, across the entire panorama of the beach, tracking some underage honey wearing not much, while never moving one’s head at all.  Protected by sunglasses, one appears to be staring straight ahead the whole time.  I wear a pair of twenty-year-old black Wayfarers all the time normally, but sitting on the beach I usually opt for a cheap pair of mirror shades much like my son’s.  Cheap because I’m always losing them or breaking them on the beach, and mirror shades to conceal what the eyeballs are really up to.  I had a pair of green-tinted ones awhile back I really loved.  I think I backed over them with my truck.  Anyway, I’m really good at it, I’m telling you.  The old lady says she has known exactly what I’ve been up to, all along, but I think she is bluffing.

So, anyway, that is the scene as I compose my Series Preview.  I just dripped some coconut oil off my forearm onto this page, for authenticity.  The plan is to compose this, then transcribe it over to the laptop when we get back to the cabin.  Then sometime this evening I’ll wander down to Bob’s Restaurant and Bar in Crystal Beach proper.  If you sit in the third booth on the left, facing south, and order a pitcher of Michelob, you can get wi-fi reception.  Sometimes.  I’ll post this then.

If that doesn’t work, well, I’ll still have the pitcher of beer as consolation.  And I’ll post this Monday sometime, from work.Read More

On the beach, Revelations, the sand of the sea
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