Friday, July 16, 2004

Game 87 - Red Sox
Angels 8, Red Sox 1
Record: 48-39
The best thing about this game is the fact that Blogger's got a neat new interface that allows me to put colors into my posts.  See, that way, whenever I write about Derek Lowe, I can do it in this color, which represents puke.  Which is what I want to do everytime I think about the worst starting pitcher in major league baseball.
Lowe went another solid 4 2/3 innings last night, giving up 4 earned runs on 9 hits.  Sure, Kevin Millar (new color represents his decaying corpse, which apparently played left field last night) didn't offer much in the way of defensive help, but the fact remains that Lowe threw 114 pitches in 4 2/3 innings.  I'm past the point of hoping he gets better - I'm officially jumping on the Throw Lowe (Away) bandwagon.  Trade him, cut him, put him in the bullpen - I don't care.  Just stop making me have to resign myself to the fact that my team has very little chance to win every 5th day, especially against half-way decent teams.
Jimmy Anderson and Ramiro Mendoza combined to pitch two scoreless innings last night, so you may not ever get to read this post, as the end of the world and all its inhabitants is clearly nigh upon us.  It was fun while it lasted, except for the part about the Red Sox not winning a World Series for 4 generations.
More on the Randy Johnson front: it appears that his agent is telling the league that he'll only play in St. Louis or the Bronx.  Fine.  Pleasepleaseplease go to the Yankees.  Force the rest of the league to deal with the consequences of utterly indefensible competitive inequalities and then watch with the rest of us as the Sox scythe New York down like Luke Skywalker and his merry band did to those walker thingies in the Empire Strikes Back (Editor's Note: Whitney just called to tell me that the 'walker thingies' are more correctly known as AT-ATs.  See if you can guess which one of us grew up playing sports and which spent his youth making R2D2 hump Princess Leia in the privacy of his bedroom).  It's fun to watch top-heavy things fall to the ground, landing as they do with such a pleasing thud-bounce-thud.  (Man, this new Blogger stuff is soooo cool.)

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