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General Discussion => Archive => Game Zone 2012 Archive => Topic started by: Mr. Happy on July 17, 2012, 04:44:51 pm
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Your lineups for tonight's tilt:
Astros
2BJose Altuve
SSMarwin Gonzalez
1BScott Moore
LFJ.D. Martinez
RFBrian Bogusevic
3BChris Johnson
CFJordan Schafer
CCarlos Corporan
PJordan Lyles
Padres
SS Alexi Amarista
2B Logan Forsythe
3B Chase Headley
LF Mark Kotsay
C Yasmani Grandal
1B Yonder Alonso
RF Will Venable
CF Cameron Maybin
P Ross Ohlendorf
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lineup by committee?
decided to stay home and not play?
you are so appreciated
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http://twitter.com/brianmctaggart/status/225397195065659392 (http://twitter.com/brianmctaggart/status/225397195065659392)
Astros SS Jed Lowrie out 4-6 weeks due to nerve injury in leg. Big blow for Astros team struggling on offense. He leads team in HRs.
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And Castro is 'evaluating his options' with regard to meniscus damage. Could mean surgery.
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Luhnow said Lowrie will be on crutches and will have to wear a protective boot for a week before being re-evaluated. Lowrie was hitting .253 with a club-best 14 homers and 36 RBIs through 80 games and losing him is a big blow to an Astros team that had batted just .201 in his previous 15 games before Tuesday.
“We’re going to have to think about how to cover his at-bats and innings out there,” Luhnow said.
Uh oh. Let's hope what happens in OKC stays in OKC
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And Castro is 'evaluating his options' with regard to meniscus damage. Could mean surgery.
That's awful news if it means surgery again on the same knee.
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So, who-all has started work on the fucking American Pie project?
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Damnit. Both left-handed hitters strike out.
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So, who-all has started work on the fucking American Pie project?
I downloaded the lyrics to the song and printed them out to start tinkering with them, but my book deadline is taking most of my time right now. But I plan on playing along.
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That's a basehit? Well, fuck me.
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0-0 Top 2. We need to jump on this bum right now.
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So, who-all has started work on the fucking American Pie project?
I be's sadly remiss in this department.
It's not exactly anything I'm remotely competent in.
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I thought my Corporan nightmare was over last year.
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I give him a lot of shit, but Schafer did some good work there.
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I give him a lot of shit, but Schafer did some good work there.
He's creating anarchy out there for the Padres.
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You can tell what I'm trapped into being in the same room with, but there are a surprising number of parallels.
Yes, my family is watching the Glee Project. I'm about to lose my fucking mind.
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You can tell what I'm trapped into being in the same room with, but there are a surprising number of parallels.
Yes, my family is watching the Glee Project. I'm about to lose my fucking mind.
What on earth is the Glee Project? Do I want to know?
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You can tell what I'm trapped into being in the same room with, but there are a surprising number of parallels.
Yes, my family is watching the Glee Project. I'm about to lose my fucking mind.
Are you watching the game in the back, or are you listening to DoRay?
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What on earth is the Glee Project? Do I want to know?
A bunch of wannabes who compete week after week by singing a bunch of songs and some other shit I don't know so that he winner gets to be on Glee. And that sounds better than it is, by far.
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Are you watching the game in the back, or are you listening to DoRay?
I'm trying to spend some time with my family before I escape to watch the game. They have no idea the raging war going on inside my head.
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What on earth is the Glee Project? Do I want to know?
I assume it's something where robotic arms burst out of the television, tie you up and hold your eyelids open, then project Glee directly onto your retinas. Because honestly, that's what it felt like to watch it anyway.
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El Caballo just hit a grand slam
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With this, you get to see the narcissistic and bitchy director and some other guy, maybe the music director, being even bitchier. It's La Cage aux Folles without the humor but more crappy music.
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Fuck. That's the eleventh long ball off of Lyles in 64 innings. That's not going to get it done.
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El Caballo just hit a grand slam
If he'd done that in Houston we'd all have been a little happier.
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Fuck. That's the eleventh long ball off of Lyles in 64 innings. That's not going to get it done.
Earlier I was thinking he would do well in this park.
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El Caballo just hit a grand slam
Good for him. Even if we get nothing for Lee (which looks like the case), it was still worth it to move him. Now if we could just see Wallace play up here for awhile to see, once and for all, if the kid can consistently hit big league pitching.
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Even if we get nothing for Lee (which looks like the case)
Wow, that was quick to right off Dominguez
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Hey, at least they just said "Little yellow faggot" on this show. You won't get that on Fox SW.
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I really like Marwin Gonzalez. And JD's nose for an RBI is uncanny. He's hitting close to .300 w/RISP.
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I really like Marwin Gonzalez. And JD's nose for an RBI is uncanny. He's hitting close to .300 w/RISP.
50 RBI's during what's been a pretty shitty slump for most of the year.
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Wow, that was quick to right off Dominguez
While I'm not writing either player out, Dominguez's lack of significant hitting in AAA does not bode well for his future. Hopefully, the left-handed pitcher has a higher ceiling that what I've read he has.
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50 RBI's during what's been a pretty shitty slump for most of the year.
But, curiously, not with RISP.
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But, curiously, not with RISP.
His RBI proficiency is what keeps me from writing him off so far.
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Dominguez's lack of significant hitting in AAA does not bode well for his future.
He hit well in his last 10 games with New Orleans and has hit well in his first 6 with OKC. I trust Luhnow when he says he thinks the kid can put it together. Or at least a good chance to.
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He hit well in his last 10 games with New Orleans and has hit well in his first 6 with OKC. I trust Luhnow when he says he thinks the kid can put it together. Or at least a good chance to.
I trust Luhnow too. But the kid has to prove him right by hitting AAA pitching because he was seriously overmatched when he was up.
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His RBI proficiency is what keeps me from writing him off so far.
His attitude, self-drive, coachability and willingness to do anything to improve himself is why you don't write him off
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He hit well in his last 10 games with New Orleans and has hit well in his first 6 with OKC. I trust Luhnow when he says he thinks the kid can put it together. Or at least a good chance to.
I expect to see a Burger King BBQ commercial with Ron Brand (http://www.spikesnstars.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=201) in it pretty soon.
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His attitude, self-drive, coachability and willingness to do anything to improve himself is why you don't write him off
I like all of those things too. Some people seem to think he doesn't care though but I don't see that.
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I like all of those things too. Some people seem to think he doesn't care though but I don't see that.
What? Who?? I've followed his career closely, and haven't even read a whiff of this
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I be's sadly remiss in this department.
It's not exactly anything I'm remotely competent in.
Long, long time ago
I can still remember
When the Astros were a middling NL team
And I knew if I got rich
That I would buy that sumbitch
And they would win it all, like in my dreams
I opened up my wallet like a trooper
For players that we thought were super
The kind of guys we thought who can win
If they'd just think like champions
I can't remember if I whined
When Drabek and Swindell robbed me blind
And won twenty lousy games, combined
The day I lost my mind
So bye, bye pennant for the Astros
Drove my golf cart to the Wal Mart, but the Wal Mart was closed ...
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What? Who?? I've followed his career closely, and haven't even read a whiff of this
Just people in forums and what not. Not scouts or anything.
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Just people in forums and what not. Not scouts or anything.
Experts.
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Just people in forums and what not. Not scouts or anything.
The number of times I've read something on a forum that irked me so much that I started to reply, then had to register, then about half way through that just said fuck it, I just don't care
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The scout thing on gameday can be annoying but damn, 233 batting average against before his 45th pitch and 359 after. That's a pretty big diffference.
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Long, long time ago
I can still remember
When the Astros were a middling NL team
And I knew if I got rich
That I would buy that sumbitch
And they would win it all, like in my dreams
I opened up my wallet like a trooper
For players that we thought were super
The kind of guys we thought who can win
If they'd just think like champions
I can't remember if I whined
When Drabek and Swindell robbed me blind
And won twenty lousy games, combined
The day I lost my mind
So bye, bye pennant for the Astros
Drove my golf cart to the Wal Mart, but the Wal Mart was closed ...
See? Effortless.
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Innings like this make me think perhaps there is some Stark Fist that intends for the Astros to have consecutive first picks.
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Weird little symbols have taken over, and the bases are fucking loaded. Get this longhorn-ranching, egghead out.
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On my Burger King commercial, we'll be slow smoking Flo to get that bark nice and crisp.
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Innings like this make me think perhaps there is some Stark Fist that intends for the Astros to have consecutive first picks.
I'm hoping that's Tony Stark Jr. and he's got something big planned eventually.
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Marwin is a maniac.
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The scout thing on gameday can be annoying but damn, 233 batting average against before his 45th pitch and 359 after. That's a pretty big diffference.
The scout thing irks me too. That stat on Lyles tells me that his secondary pitches aren't good enough yet, because that's usually what you start hitters with the second time through the order, which is about when he has his trouble.
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Long, long time ago
I can still remember
When the Astros were a middling NL team
And I knew if I got rich
That I would buy that sumbitch
And they would win it all, like in my dreams
I opened up my wallet like a trooper
For players that we thought were super
The kind of guys we thought who can win
If they'd just think like champions
I can't remember if I whined
When Drabek and Swindell robbed me blind
And won twenty lousy games, combined
The day I lost my mind
So bye, bye pennant for the Astros
Drove my golf cart to the Wal Mart, but the Wal Mart was closed ...
We have a winner. But I plan on offering a stanza or two, maybe tomorrow.
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The King of Marwin Gardens.
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The King of Marwin Gardens.
I've been waiting for that line for awhile.
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Hell. Four straight hits and it's 4-2. He just can't fool them the third time through.
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Hell. Four straight hits and it's 4-2. He just can't fool them the third time through.
He appears to be mechanically off right now and going up with most of his pitches. But his secondary stuff has been very inconsistent tonight.
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115 pitches so far.
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That FoxTrax looked like a ten gauge shotgun pattern. Not close at all.
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5-2 through six.
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Amarista is looking like an Astroskilla.
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That FoxTrax looked like a ten gauge shotgun pattern. Not close at all.
The fact of the matter is that he shouldn't have even been out there for that inning if you're busting it to win a game. However, Millsie has to manage his bully and decided, for whatever reason, to try to bleed one more frame out of Lyles, and it cost him a run.
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Amarista is looking like an Astroskilla.
When you're a nail, everything looks like a hammer.
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This guy signed for a thousand dollar bonus? Wow.
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When you're a nail, everything looks like a hammer.
Thank you, Dr. Maslow.
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Thank you, Dr. Maslow.
In an inverted way.
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Abad's in there, picking up an inning.
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Alonzo waited on that one and smacked an RBI double to LCF. 6-2 now.
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In an inverted way.
And you're living at the bittersweet motel.
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And you're living at the bittersweet motel.
Boy Howdy.
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Never did drink that beer, but I sure read the shit outta Creem.
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Feels like the cork is ready to pop on this one.
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Fucking asshole fans.
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I was digging around in the Astros-related song/literary parodies from over the years, and found The Love Song of John Q. Cubfan.
Life is sweet, sometimes.
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Fucking asshole fans.
Uh, fuck that. Your own home fucktard fan played it. You shouldn't get two runs off of that.
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Fucking asshole fans.
Kick that prick out of the game.
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Nice catch, idiot.
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Uh, fuck that. Your own home fucktard fan played it. You shouldn't get two runs off of that.
Millsie wasn't as forceful as Black.
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Hey, they threw him out. Cool.
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Darling, you fucking moron.
That was a slider that got away.
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Darling, you fucking moron.
That was a slider that got away.
Really. Yeah, it's 8-2, I'm going to start chipping at knees. Dipshit.
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Also, every single person who was involved in the making, approving and airing of that Nissan Summer Sales abomination should be swiftly and repeatedly kicked in the junk.
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Also, every single person who was involved in the making, approving and airing of that Nissan Summer Sales abomination should be swiftly and repeatedly kicked in the junk.
Tell me more, tell me more.
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caminiti's
defunct
who used to
dive watersmooth-silver
across the line
and stab onetwothreefourfive line drivesjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a helluva third baseman
and what i want to know is
how do you like your coke-head boy
Mister Death
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Ow.
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Also, every single person who was involved in the making, approving and airing of that Nissan Summer Sales abomination should be swiftly and repeatedly kicked in the junk.
I can't believe that dredged that sorry ass song up for an ad campaign. My wife chimed in that one of her gay friends made them do a parody of that song in a law school production.
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nobody, not even the rain
has such stone hands
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I'm glad I don't have the recap on this one.
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I'm glad I don't have the recap on this one.
Good time to dust off some Jean-Paul Sartre-style existentialism.
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I'm glad I don't have the recap on this one.
What poor sucker does? I'm too lazy to look at BG's awesome schedule.
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Good time to dust off some Jean-Paul Sartre-style existentialism.
I worked in some Beckett a while back, but no one showed up.
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I just looked, and it's Reuben. I haven't seen that east coaster in here tonight.
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I worked in some Beckett a while back, but no one showed up.
Just because you don't get overt feedback doesn't mean they're not reading it.
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I just looked, and it's Reuben. I haven't seen that east coaster in here tonight.
He is drinking, and muttering darkly to himself. Getting himself ready.
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Just because you don't get overt feedback doesn't mean they're not reading it.
Kinda like stabbing drapes.
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He is drinking, and muttering darkly to himself. Getting himself ready.
I've been slamming the artificially sweet tea.
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How did we see all that promise in Bogey last year?
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Damn. Why is Gregerson in this game?
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Damn. Why is Gregerson in this game?
I guess he needed the work. He sure is more than our guys can handle.
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I saw the best plans of my team destroyed by an
anemia of offense, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the waiver wires at dawn
looking for another bat,
wrongheaded suits burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the an .850 OPS hitter in the machin-
ery of night,
who starved for runs and with a bullpen in tatters sat
up dreaming in the supernatural darkness of
Lidge's slider coming back to him, floating across the outside corner
contemplating dropping at the last,
who bared their brains to Heaven at the trade deadline and
saw more production and Ausmus staggering on Men-
doza Line illuminated,
who expelled from the central garden for crazy &
obscene routes to the flies the esteemed
Mr. T.,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in their underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and watching
their shining knight Jennings lob the ball,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
the middle market with a change purse embroidered “Alice”,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank fruity drinks with umbrellas in them
in Kissimmee, like death, or purgatory, their
hopes like a drama queen empty in the end,
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and cigarettes and endless calls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward deals for
Tejada & Garland, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between,
Peyote-like delusions of long balls, in the backyard green tree cemetery
park, dumb-ass whining over the rooftops,
Wal-Mart desolated borough of joyless noons
blinking in the ugly light, sun and moon and retractable
roof vibrating and then it was clear – it was time
to act, to shitcan the Count, ranting about champions,
who chained themselves to light rail for the endless
ride from West U. to holy East Downtown on benzedrine
until the noise of church bells and pre-game drunks brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
into the dreary light of Truth,
who sank into the darkness and slipped out of light
floated out and drifted free down over the bayou at
noon into the shimmering light, down over the ship canal
and went down somewhere into Channelview, near Dell Dale,
where they all belonged.
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How did we see all that promise in Bogey last year?
I don't know, but I've just about seen enough. I don't think that he's going to work out as a starter in a position that requires some stick.
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Oh, not Howl. Not Howl...
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It was brilliant, but not Howl...
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How did we see all that promise in Bogey last year?
In the land of the first round failures, the pitcher turned outfielder is king.
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We sure is getting literate on a late Tuesday night.
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In the land of the first round failures, the pitcher turned outfielder is king.
He still hits like a pitcher.