Around the Majors

As is usually the nature of my posts, infrequent as they may be, the subject is not always apropos of anything. I will, today, attempt a good faith effort to stick somewhat to the subject heading.

Of foremost importance: The Mets defeated the Cubs 6-5. In what has not been the first truly and innovative manner of losing that Sweet Lou Piniella has watched his team put together, the Cubs fell to the Mets on the strength of a 5 run bottom of the 9th. It was almost as if they couldn't bear the thought of winning. As if the entire concept of superiority carried with it an unpleasant taste.

The Sox won 2-1. Julian "Donkey Boy" Tavarez threw seven innings of one run ball, capped off by a two K indecent exposure of the Papelboner. Tavarez displayed that superior array of pitches that has propelled him to a 2-4 record this year. I enjoyed how he spoke out the loudest against the Sox signing Clemens. He doesn't need Theo's help in losing his spot in the rotation. To quote the really, really, ridiculously good looking Derek Zoolander, "I can dere-lick my own balls, thank you very much."

The Yankees are losing by 3 runs in the top of the eighth. It's excrutiating to listen to Michael Kay, but it is at least amusing to continuously hear about how the Yankees are playing so great but are just getting bad breaks. Two games under .500 worth of bad breaks, three after today's loss. He repeatedly harked on the anemic White Sox offense yesterday, during a 5-3 loss to said team. Wow, that was satisfying just now to see ARod pop up weakly to first. Check that, Kay just called the Yankees obedient. I would pay some serious future earnings for Kay to point out on his radio show Monday that the the Yankees are the Mets' bitch after this weekend.

This day in baseball: 1973 - Angels outfielder Bobby Valentine tries to scale a wall to prevent a Dick Green home run during a 5-4 loss to the A's. He catches his spikes in the wall and breaks his leg. The injury will ruin his career.

And that's everything of importance. The rest of the NL sucks, or will suck soon so as to render them unimportant. I find it distasteful to speak of the AL either, but some of our readers love not understanding double switches or most of the nuances of baseball, so I offer these scores in appeasement. Meanwhile, I'm chilling here at the AoF bat cave lair with a random dog. I guess that's not quite the best way to put it since The Whip and Mrs. The Whip just got it, but I've never seen it before and it's sleeping on my hallway floor. Might feed it the lifeblood that fuels the dreams of champions/wild dogs...some trash.