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Wish I Knew Some Sartre

Posted on July 18, 2012 by BudGirl in Game Recaps

Contributed” by Reuben

Padres 8, Astros 2

W: Ohlendorf (3-0)
L: Lyles (2-6)

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I should’ve gone to bed earlier. Astros were looking OK early on in this one. Marwin Gonzalez continued on with the full head of steam that he shot out of the OKC cannon with, singling in the 1st, dropping a nice bunt hit in the 3rd, stealing 2nd and scoring on a JD Martinez single. Jordan Schafer actually managed a beautiful drag-bunt base hit in the 2nd and scored after stealing a bag himself (the down-shot [is that a word? Opposite of upshot?] to that is it will surely reinforce Schreefer’s misguided notion that he’s a good bunter, resulting in many, many more 1st-pitch fake-bunt called strikes). Things didn’t go completely to shit until later, while I was sitting in bed with the game on my laptop, trying to stay up a little longer.

The 4th inning was wobbly for young Mr. Lyles, and then at least one wheel slipped all the way off the axle in the 5th. Four straight hits led to two Padre runs, and a 4-2 deficit, which as we all know is a deep hole for our boys. By this time I was already nodding off but the damage was done. Hopes of a late-game Astro rally were dashed when I woke up in the middle of the night and checked the score. Looks like it got worse.

At this time I’d like to raise a mug of tea in salute to those hearty Game Zone denizens who stayed with this game until the bitter end. You were better (and less sleepy) than I. A sampling of the late-game comments:

“I’m glad I don’t have the recap on this one.”

“Good time to dust off some Jean-Paul Sartre-style existentialism.”

“What poor sucker does?”

“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.” (note: I’m sure I was muttering to myself in my sleep, and I had been drinking earlier)

…This was followed by a brilliant, not-to-be-missed Howl reinterpretation by Dark Star. Check it out.

What else happened?
-Marwin went 3-for-4 overall including a nice pop-fly double. That kid is Midas right now.

-JD Martinez had two hits and his 50th RBI. Yeah, he’s still stuck in the .230’s but it’s something.

-50 years ago on the same date, the Colt .45s also lost 8-2 (2nd game of a double-header). Bob Aspromonte hit his 9th HR.

-We had some tasty homemade pizza for dinner, topped with zucchini from our inaugural vegetable garden. Full-grown zucchini coming out of a plant in your own yard are beautiful, beautiful things.

-Tune in at 2:35 Central time to watch Wandy try to get Road Win #11. The (Astro-watching) world seems to think he’ll be traded at any moment. I don’t think it’ll be his last start as an Astro. I think he’ll probably go right before the deadline, after the scramble for the Dempsters and Greinkes and Hamelses is done and teams realize Wandy would actually look pretty good in their rotation. But I do plan to enjoy him while he’s still here (here, on my laptop, not here in upstate NY. That would be odd).

Win #10

Posted on July 17, 2012 by BudGirl in Game Recaps

Astros 2, Padres 0
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The Astros finally did it. They finally won their 10th road game of the season. The monkey is off their back. Only wins will follow the team now. They also did it with Happ on the mound and Bogusevic in the line-up. Unbelievable. I honestly started to wonder if it would ever happen. Do you realize how hard it is to get over the hump of winning your 10th road game. It was all most people could talk about. When was it going to happen? Who’d be the winning pitcher? What team would suffer the defeat by the Mighty Astros? All these questions and more have been answered.

If you want to know more about the series, check out Ebby’s preview. If you want to read about the games or interact during the games, check out the GameZone 2012. You never know what you might learn.

On a personal note, not got be accompanied with song lyrics. I am getting ready to go on vacation. I fly out Thursday to go to a soccer tournament in San Diego – my niece is participating, I get to be a soccer-mom. It should be a fun time. We are going to the Astros game Thursday night, sitting on the 3rd base side. I’ve set my dvr to record the game, you never know when you might get on the television. I am also taking my niece and one of her friends to tour a couple universities while there. The rest of the time is soccer games and beach time. Should be a good trip.

After the tournament trip, we go back to San Antonio and begin the 2012 Road-Trip Extravaganza. We seem to be going to many of the same places as we did last year. Makes one wonder why we would do that again. Well, the soccer playing niece gets a college tour trip. Yep, we will be visiting a couple colleges along the way. Vanderbilt, Duke and Kentucky. Nothing cheap for this girl. I hope her dad did a good job on her college fund. I should be able to get in a Lexington Legends game this time. And this time, when we go to Chocolate World, I am eating the candy bar and not saving it.

I’ll be back in August, I’m sure you all will notice I’m gone. But Mr. Happy said he would cover the Monday games while I’m out. I hope he does a better job at writing recaps than I do.

Astros @ Padres Series Preview

Posted on July 16, 2012 by Ebby Calvin in Featured, Series Previews

The 33-56 Astros face the 35-54 Padres at Whale’s Vagina Park.  Ugly, ugly baseball will ensue.

***

The Engineer woke to a throbbing headache, bloodshot eyes and a taste that felt like he’d been sucking a dirty sock – ahh Saturday.  He found a cigarette on the bedside table and began to piece together his movements from the night before.  Water volleyball with the girls at the pool for happy hour.  Back to his apartment to fire up the grill.  Someone made a beer run.  Someone else made a bottle run.  He searched his pockets and found a crumpled receipt for cigarettes – looks like he made the smoke run.  He was mostly certain he didn’t go anywhere else, that the party continued in his apartment or someone else’s.  The Woodway Square management didn’t mind.  The complex had a Club downstairs that sold drink setups – they wanted people to party there.  One look at the pool on a Friday afternoon and the “No” on the vacancy sign lit up out front.  Didn’t matter what they charged.

He remembered the Roommate leaving at some point in the night, but he didn’t know where he went or if he came back.  The Roommate was a bit crazier than most, but that’s why the Engineer liked him – he made life more interesting.  The mirrorball and smoke machine in the living room; the limousine-driver high school friend; the pot connection.  All great resources for a 26-year-old Vietnam vet.

The Engineer wandered into the living room to search for more clues.  No sign of the Roommate.  He picked up the empties and rinsed the ashtrays.  Opened the window for ventilation.  Lit another cigarette and waited for life to start up again.

The front door slammed open.  The Roommate, still awake, still drunk, still crazy, emerged with a bottle of rum in his right hand and a covered animal cage in his left.

“What’s in the cage?” the Engineer asked.

“You’re never going to believe it,” the Roommate beamed.  “The girls are going to LOVE this!”

“What’s in the fucking cage?”

With a magician’s flair, the Roommate whipped the drape off and revealed his life’s proudest procurement.

A monkey.

Projected Starters

Monday – Happ (6-9, 5.14) vs Wells (1-2, 2.50)

Tuesday – Lyles (2-5, 5.08) vs Ohlendorf (2-0, 7.41)

Wednesday – Wandy (7-7, 3.51) vs Richard (6-10, 3.83)

Thursday – Harrell (7-6, 4.43) vs Volquez (5-7, 3.69)

***

The Engineer was asleep by the pool, the Flight Attendant dozing in the deck chair next to him.  They’d been seeing each other for a couple weeks, ever since she moved from Los Angeles.  He thought he liked her, knew she liked him, and for the most part enjoyed having somebody pretty to tag along for the ride.  He had spent most of his waking hours by the pool for the past week, determined to stay away from his apartment as much as possible.

The Engineer hated that fucking monkey.  Woodway Square had a No Pets policy, but the drunk St. Bernard who frequented the pool pretty much negated that.  They kept the monkey locked in its cage, but it was loud, it smelled, and it flung shit all over the apartment.  They living room had been newly decorated with electric-blue plastic tarps, and they were too scared to let the monkey out of its cage.  They didn’t even name it.

The Engineer woke to the sound of sobbing.

The Roommate stood above them, again drunk, again crazy, with a bottle of gin in his right hand and the monkey thrown over his left shoulder, dead.

Injuries

Astros – Castro and Lowrie newly placed on the DL.  Escalona and Weiland out for the season.

Padres – Bartlett, Bass, Blanks, Cashner, Darnell, Hermida, Luebke, Moseley, Stauffer, Stults, Wieland out for various periods of time.

***

They didn’t know how the monkey died.  The Engineer grew up with a love of all animals, and while he was happy to be rid of the thing, he was sad it died.  And he was adamant that the Roommate bury the animal.  As fair trade, the Engineer offered to perform the burial for the Roommate’s alligator-skin boots.

It was dark.  The Engineer (shirtless, swim trunks and alligator-skin boots), the Flight Attendant (bikini) and the Roommate (jeans, barefoot) walked slowly along the 610 feeder.  Every quarter-mile or so the Roommate would stop, take a swig from the bottle, then pour a drink in the dead monkey’s mouth.  He didn’t try to revive it when he found it (for fear the monkey would chew his face off during CPR), but he figured a little gin couldn’t hurt.

They found a grassy spot not far from the apartment, dug a three-foot grave and buried the animal.  They drank from the gin bottle, smoked cigarettes and watched the passing headlights in silence. When the moment passed, the Engineer simply said, “sorry,” and left.  The Flight Attendant and Roommate followed.

Promotions

Monday – nothing.

Tuesday – Dog Days of Summer (I assume bring your dog to the park?)

Wednesday – nothing.

Thursday – 10,000 Padres sunglasses.

***

Woodway Square burned to the ground seven years later (it turns out wood shingles and wood siding are flammable), but the parties ended years before.  The Roommate skipped town in a drunken fit a week after the burial and hadn’t been seen or heard from since.  The Engineer and the Flight Attendant married a year later.

They had a son.

***

Follow the action in the GZ!

Character is What You Are in the Dark

Posted on July 16, 2012 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

Giants 3, Astros 2

W: Cain (10-3) L: Norris (5-7)

The Giants didn’t need the additional weakening of the Astro lineup in order to sweep the series on Sunday, but it didn’t hurt. Lowrie and Castro both got shipped to the DL for a bit but our brave lads were still able to make a game of it, losing by only one run.

Brave and game though they were, this is still at best a decent AAA team groping to find its way. That way was not to be found today, as Matt Cain and friends held the punchless Good Guys to five hits and a walk.

The Astros actually had a couple of chances in this one, most notably in the seventh when they had runners on the corners with one out. Of course, two quick first-pitch outs made by pinch-hitters Bixler and Maxwell helped send the team to its 13th consecutive road loss.

The team appears to be in that familiar death swoon just like last year. A different twist to 2012 is the drumbeat in the local about Mills being replaced at the end of the season. It’s hard to not start to think that if the team doesn’t get a shot of cheap wins, then Mills may not survive early August, much less 2012.

“Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife. Doomed is your soul and damned is your life.”

Join the team as they beg for redemption in San Diego and we follow each knee-slapping stroke of self-flagellation in the GZ.

Oh-KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! A Snoozerpallooza? I think not!

Posted on July 15, 2012 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

by Austro and Mr. Happy

Lucas Harrell faced off against Tim Lincecum Saturday evening in a battle of underrated starter vs. inexplicably ineffective starter.

Lincecum had to be thanking his lucky stars that he drew the Astros coming out of the break. The Astros did their part by going 1-2-3 in the first inning without seeing very many pitches. However, Harrell came out and matched Lincecum with some nice pitching to get the first three Giants, showing some really good movement on his pitches.

In the top of the second JD and CJ sandwiched a pair of singles around a foul pop-up, but Maxwell and Snyder struck out to end the threat. In the bottom, Posey led off with one of the more remarkable singles I’ve seen: Harrell got the ball in on his hands, or what would have been in on the hands of a normal person, but Posey was able to pull his hands in and through while letting the barrel of the bat trail, so that the ball actually hit the meaty part of the bat. It banana’ed out to center field, slicing from left to right. That was followed by a walk to Sandoval, but Harrell bore down and got a line drive to left and two groundouts to end the inning without any damage.

In the top of the third, Harrell and Schafer struck out (imagine that) before Altuve blooped a single into center. He then got his sprint workout in as Lowrie kept fouling off pitches with Altuve on the move. Lowrie finally put one in play, and for a moment it looked like it might make the LCF gap, but Cabrera got a good jump and made a nice running catch to end that half of the inning. Lincecum led off the bottom of the inning by striking out, Harrell once again showing good movement on his pitches. I really don’t understand why the White Sox released this guy, because he can pitch. Blanco singled into left, followed by Theriot flying out to Schafer in RCF.

Then came the most significant play of the game, and maybe the season. Cabrera grounded sharply up the middle, and Altuve showed good range to get to the ball. He flung it sidearm back to second base as continued out toward LF, and Lowrie had to act like a first baseman to take the throw, stretching with his right foot on the back of the bag. Blanco slid in hard and spiked Lowrie on the ankle, causing it to pronate, which in turn twisted Lowrie’s knee in an odd way. Lowrie immediately scrambled out of there and collapsed and had to be removed from the game, assisted from the field by the training staff because he couldn’t put any weight on the leg. The first reports from the clubhouse were of a sprained ankle, but there’s speculation (including a Levine tweet) that there’s a more significant knee injury that they’re not talking about yet. Bixler replaced Lowrie, and Harrell jammed Posey to get a 5-3 groundout that kept the game scoreless.

The Astros went down meekly in the top of the fourth, JD on a foul pop-up to Posey, Moore striking out, and CJ nubbing a ball down the first base line for a 1U put-out. Sandoval led off the bottom of the inning by flying out to RF on a busted bat. Pagan followed with a strikeout. Sanchez singled up the middle, just beyond Altuve’s reach, and then Crawford hit a chopper up the middle that Harrell made a nice play on for the final out 1-3.

Over to my tag-team recap buddy, Mr. Happy, for the second half of the game…

Tim Lincecum pitched like the Good Tim Lincecum tonight, striking out 11 in eight frames. However, with a 2-0 lead in the top of the ninth, a very wobbly Santiago Casilla gave up a two out double to Justin Maxwell, scoring Scott Moore, who had walked. Snyder came up and struck out on a 1-2 hammer in the dirt, but it kicked away from tonight’s Giants hero Hector Sanchez, who threw wide to first base, allowing Snyder to reach. Meanwhile, Maxwell had the windmill going and scored from second base on the strikeout to knot the score at 2.

When the Giants could do nothing in the bottom of the ninth inning, I knew right then and there that our gooses were cooked because, well, free baseball and Astros mix like oil and water. It was just a matter of what inning we’d lose and which pitcher would be on the bump when it happened. We played two innings of scoreless baseball in the tenth and eleventh innings, in which the one and only FeRod didn’t lose and also tossed a scoreless frame, so it was on the twelfth inning. The Astros could do very little in the twelfth, wasting a two out knock from former Giant Matt Downs. This takes us to Brett Myers, who was on to pitch the bottom of the twelfth.

In the twelfth, Kung Fu Panda led off with an infield single to Brian Bixler. Pagan followed that with a single to center field, moving the Panda to second base. Hector Sanchez then hit a deuce on the button to Altuve, who deflected it into right field, scoring the Panda when Downsie’s desperation throw was well over Snyder’s head, preserving the Astros’ perfect 0-9 record in extras.

Bad news for Astros organization shortstops as both Jed Lowrie and Jonathan Villar went down, Lowrie with an ankle/knee (more details sure to follow) and Villar the brilliant with a self-inflicted broken hand from hitting a door. One thing seems clear: The club needs Marwin Gonzalez in a big bad sort of way, as Brian Bixler, God bless him, leaves a lot to be desired at shortstop.

It doesn’t get any easier tomorrow, as we face Matt Cain. Bud Norris takes the mound for the Astros. I smell a broom.

Summer of Love

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Ron Brand in Featured, Game Recaps

by NeilT

Astros 1
Giants 5

Whenever I think of the Giants, I can’t help but remember 2007, the Summer of Love. It was a special time, when all of us were San Franciscers, united in the overwhelming joy of watching Barry go for number 756.

I was always a fan of Barry and the Giants. “Cabezalito!” we’d yell and he’d turn and wave to the crowd, giddy with the love. And who didn’t love Barry, with his all-out style of left field play, his genuine warmth for the fans, his candor and friendliness with the press, the joy that seemed to flow to everyone around him?

Are you going to San Francisco?
You’d better wear some orange in your hair.
If you’re going to San Francisco,
You’re going to see the gentle Barry there.

2007. That song was on all our radios. The Summer of Love, and all of us felt the joy and peace because of Barry. He transcended sport to show us what we could be.

I went to a yoga class last night, then ate dinner at Triniti which was very good. It was a California kind of place, and they even had a Turley zinfandel on the wine list. I got home about 9 and turned on the game, but 10 is my bedtime. As I wondered off to read the top of the third ended with no runs, no hits, one man left on base. Our one run was a Snyder bomb in the 7th off of Bumgarner. Go ‘Stros.

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