random observations slowly marinated over the course of sunday june 13, 2004 while serving time as a perpetually bored municipal employee:
the chicago whitesox continue to hit mediocre pitching quite well to the tune of frank thomas' 16th HR and carlos lee's now 27 game hit streak. if their pitching can continue on and improve slowly but steadily, they could be a near-lock for the playoffs.
it has been determined by wanton baseball enthuiast chris "kolbsaves" jagalla palace that when i am dead, on my tombstone it will read "should have traded for ted lilly - 6/04"
honorary dominatrix, cliff lee (master of the high WHIP), likely has just earned his ticket out of rockstardom with his second bad outing in a row. i have him on the flagship team in the homophiliac-named league, the justice league.
on the other hand, despite giving up 5 ER to those mighty mashin mets, a few bumps along zack greinke road are to be expected until it's upgraded to a highway within the next few years. his era likely ballooned from 1.64 to 2.something and now i ought to cut him to teach him a harsh lesson about fantasy baseball ownership and other power-related-struggles. either that or i'll just hold out my hopes, alongside rob neyer, that the royals are just having a couple detours on the path to being a bonafide baseball juggernaught.
roy oswalt has been demoted from the prestigious moniker of "world's most roy" and "baseball's most roy" to just plain ol "roy". while he has, especially considering his pedigree, sucked profusely this season, he's still not doing that bad in life for being named roy.
fresh off of the presses over @ http://www.sportsline.com/mlb/gamecenter/live/MLB_20040613_NYM@KC --- "Carlos Beltran of the Royals left the game in the 6th inning due to an apparent injury." meanwhile, in new york, numerous erections have been reported flaccid due to this earth-shattering news.
the braves of today are not the braves of old, even the braves of 2003. this cunning expose has been funded by the following parties: travis smith, nick green, and pals. although, i do have to give propers to the venerable jaret wright, who stymied the mighty bashin boys from near-bridgeport with 7 innings of cy-young-caliber baseball.
i just figured out a way for the brewers to make it to the world series: pitch danny kolb every inning of every game. clearly, his greatness extends beyond fatigue, injury, good, evil, and the american way of life. this man is an unstoppable dynamo in the grand scheme of things, and with his variety of garbage pitches that entice you to foul them off and get behind in the count, i could see the brewers eclipsing the yankees as the class of baseball if and only if they promote danny kolb from mere closer status to traditional cy young workhorse status.
speaking of the beer distillery corporate mascots, i must say that the fanbase has warmed up to scott podsednik, as the crowd was featuring a hearty spackling of podsednik-related apparel on his bobblehead night. of note were many of those t-shirts with a half-assed brewers logo on front and cheap lettering saying "PODSEDNIK 20" on the back. now that's some soul, i denote, as i wear a batting practice jersey with a cheap felt letterjob that says "GUERRERO 27" in white on the back. by the way, i am now undefeatable in all endeavors fantasy baseball because the venerable i-pod now sits atop my home monitor, nodding his head ever so complacently to the erratic rhythm of my thunderous keystrokes.
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