Carl Beane

I guess it takes tragedy for me to break radio silence on this hideous baseball season. But, Carl Beane, the Sox PA announcer died on May 9, as most of you know. Counterintuitively, the classless organization is going silent in the PA announcing department tonight.

Tim Wakefield

Ok, this is a story I have told a few times. But,it bears repeating.


I walked up to a game at Oakland Stadium one day, and said "give me your best seat".

turned out to be in the first row down the right field line, right where the Red Sox bullpen was,
Wake was in the BP then.


I had gotten chatty with the security guy on the field during the game,. Wake goes to warm up with the KB.

Security guy ( a respectable black gentleman similar in age to me (meaning old)), turns to me and says "what the fuck is that?"


It's why I loved baseball.

Hope? Light? Trup...

Longtime Houston broadcaster Milo Hamilton is announcing his retirement after the end of the 2012 season. One Houston columnist has already weighed in with this sentiment

" Some, and rightly so, might lobby for the return of Jerry Trupiano in some fashion, be it on radio or as part of the new Comcast Sports Net Houston TV deal that cranks up on the Astros front next season. "

That would be nice.

Guess Who's Mug Is Going To Be On The TV?

Glenn Geffner.

God Save Us.

This Blog Has Reached The Big Time

Some might say this is simply ripping me off. I prefer to think of it as an homage.

No Disrespect But

The New York Times has a front page story with the byline of Benyamin Applebaum and Robert Gebeloff. What's wrong, the fake names of Lin Biao and Frank Sanchez were taken?

There Is A Diety

Glenn Geffner is now on Twitter.


@glenngeffner



and, go.

Fast 12 Hours Before Viewing This Video

Glenn Geffner 2012

Frick

Bill Conlin is in the Baseball Hall of Fame. Glenn Geffner is not and will not be.

Bill Conlin vs. Glenn Geffner

Tough call.

Words to The Unwise

It takes one man to make an alibi, it takes a bunch to destroy it. Al you lazy whores who are monetizing the notion of "cloud sourcing" as the wisdom of the crowds, or some stupid shit, why don't you apply it to that shit, fuck, twat hellhole that is State College PA, when football coaches fuck little kids, get away with it and call it horseplay, and where their lawyers fuck slightly older kids while representing them, impregnate them, marry them and dump them.

How about having some stones up the in State College, where you all knew about.

Right, I'm just a little pissed off.

The End

Things change.

In 2003, I woke up feeling as if an irradiated sword had been shoved in my abdomen and twisted into my descending colon. Today, I have to paint something and do some paying work.

As sdu so aptly pointed out in the middle of (our) night, BG wrote that “the game is designed to break your heart”. True, I suppose. In 2003, BG, was a God of Letters. In 2011, he is the dead dad of the guy who is always the gay punchline on Saturday Night Live and the dead former president of the school where Ryan Lavarnway matriculated.

These Red Sox didn’t deserve to win. Maybe we did, the sick-fuck fans who followed every hairline fracture, HR Derby slideback, antique bookstore opening (sorry hb) and trips to Fla, API and whatnot. Also, the Laser Show might want to dial it back just a smidge. For me, I tapped out during the “Rain Delay” featuring Nick Cafardo (or was it Gordon Edes ) and Heidi (“if you can’t see my labia, you are not trying”) Watney. I skipped the John “I’m John Rish” Rish rain delay coverage on the former Dale Arnold Network. Five hours later, I learned The Truth. I posted a comment. I went right back to sleep.

Things change. As my friend, Touré points out, it’s a “post-Black” world. http://www.npr.org/2011/09/27/140854965/toure-discusses-what-it-means-to-be-post-black.
Try telling that to the Republican/Tea party honks, for whom “Obama Care” really means “Nigger Care”. And while we are at it, and I wish this was my original line, but it is not: “For the Greatest Generation, they sure said “nigger” a lot. Things change.
So, let’s move on. The sun has already come up. Bruce Chen will not be starting in Tampa at 4:07pm. John Lackey can go fucking dirty beasts whilst his cancer suffering wife reads the pre-nup again. [ Let’s face it, girls, he’s a catch.] Tito may get fired. He doesn’t deserve it. Theo may get fired. The Pink Hats will dissipate. Maybe I’ll be able to buy a ticket in May, and the gentleman of an ethnic persuasion (let’s just say they fared poorly in WWII) who stole the tickets I subsidized for ten years and then took them back may have to eat a pound or six of ticket shit.
I loved the Red Sox.

Things change.
lc