It has recently come to my attention that Bill Bob, the Brewers bear who lives in my car, had much more adventurous of a time on Opening Day at Miller Park than I was led to believe.
For those of you who don’t know, this is Bill Bob.
Bill Bob was acquired for $1.50 and 3 tries at a claw machine at my friendly neighborhood Toys R Us and has resided in my car ever since. I thought he was content in there, listening to games on the radio and hanging out in the Miller Park drunk lot. But I guess I was wrong. (He did get to come to the hotel on our Minnesota roadtrip last season, but failed to cheer Mol up.)
Well, I suppose being smushed under an easy-up tent in the backseat probably wasn’t the start to Opening Day Bill Bob was hoping for.
I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was stowed away in someone else’s trunk by the end of the day. Poor guy. But it recently came to light that Bill Bob wasn’t exactly kidnapped, as I had previously thought. No, no. Bill Bob was just happy to be out on his own.
Although, it appears he may have had too much wop. Or yucca. Or beer. Or all of the above, as he needed Nik to help him out in the pee tent.
But he must have pulled himself together because he somehow got into the game and from what I can gather from the picture, it appears that Bill was trying to get himself some more alcohol.
Oh, Bill Bob. High Life? Have I taught you nothing?? Always go to Friday’s for the Long Islands!
Well, needless to say, when all was said and done and I discover him in someone else’s car, I guess I’m a little hurt.
Because it appears it wasn’t a kidnapping, but an escape. (Or a quest for more beer!) I’m sorry Bill Bob. I promise to let you out and enjoy the Brewers. Clearly, you’re too enthusiastic to be cooped up in my car all the time. I mean, just look at the #1 finger. You didn’t even take it off to throw up in the pee tent. That’s what I call loyalty!
So while Bill Bob’s first official trip into Miller Park yielded a loss, hopefully he’ll be more content to come inside the house and watch tonight’s game on TV.
The Brewers make their first trip to Minute Maid Park and Shaun Marcum (2-1, 2.73 ERA) will hopefully continue to roll as he and a more familiar line-up take on Brett Meyers (1-0, 3.31 ERA) and the Astros.
That’s right. I’m taking away Narv Dog priveleges after last night. At least until he get’s his ERA back under 3.
I mean, I certainly wasn’t expecting him to win the Cy Young this season or anything, but come on now. He was pitching so well. I hope it really was just illness that sidelined Christopher’s ability to throw anything useful last night. Seriously. Thanks a lot, head cold. I don’t like being mad at anyone on my team but you’re not making it easy for me.
Last night’s game was so bad that I switched to Always Sunny reruns and when I switched back it was 6-0 Reds and Christopher had thrown 65 pitches and still only had 1 out in the top of the 3rd. Aaaaaaaand enter Brandon Kintzler aaaaaaaand switch back to Sunny. (Sidenote: How does The Gang never get arrested for their crazy antics??)
Now, I can’t quite explain why the Brewers have so many issues playing against the Reds. Maybe Prince Fielder’s inability to throw to homeplate has something to do with it. (Three bad throws at home already this season. That’s definitely not good.) I mean, it took them 5 innings before they plated a run last night. That’s probably got something to do with it, too. Spot Cincinnati 7 runs in the first 3 innings, you might wan’t to try a little harder. And even when they did finally score, it was on a Paul Janish throwing error so, you know, not even helping themselves.
I finally turned off the TV after Sergio Mitre (who, by the way, I like. I think it’s the way he wears his hat so low) gave up 2 more runs in the ninth. I guess I was just hoping anything good might happen if I wasn’t watching. Ryan Braun hit a too-little-too-late 2-run homer to make it 9-5 and then Casey McGehee grounded out to end the game. And not only did he end the game, but he ran into Joey Votto and sprained his thumb. Icing on the cake, I suppose.
So it’s game 2 of the series tonight. The only one in the Brewers line-up to have ever faced Reds full-time starter and part-time shoplifter Mike Leake is Wil Nieves. And he’s gone 0-fer. Having never seen Leake could go either way for the Crew. He’s 3-0 on the season but has 4.94 ERA.
Brewers starter Marco Estrada has been nothing but good since filling the 5th spot in the rotation, though he only has 1 win to show for it. This will be his 3rd start and 6th game and he’s rocking a 3.21 ERA. He’s also had 13 Ks in 14 innings. Soooo he’s got that working for him.
In other Brewers news, Corey Hart is back with the team but will not be reinstated until tomorrow, Nyjer Morgan and Takashi Saito are both headed to AAA-Nashville for rehab outings before returning from the DL and apparently Erick Almonte took a ball off the face in warm-ups today. Ouchie.
I recieved some very sad news today.
Love of my life, owner of a fantastically perfect beard and probably the only Greek-Canadian that will ever have a tiny piece of my heart has cleared waivers and been outrighted to AAA-Nashville.
Yes, boys and girls, George Kottaras is gone.
Wearing his shirt in silent protest will prove futile as it will take a small miracle (or large injury) to clear a roster spot if he were to ever return.
Sure, I could hope for Wil Nieves to bite it hard, statistically or physically, but I don’t want the Brewers to take a hit just so I can see George play. I suppose I could just wait for September call-ups and hope that #16 has thrown out enough minor-league base runners to have his name called.
But why hope?
I hoped Nieves would be the one to go and look where that got me. Nowhere but wallowing in my sorrows that that fit, tanned, Greek god won’t be stepping up to the plate in the Majors anytime soon.
It’s a sad day, for sure. But I won’t let it get me too down.
Afterall, Ryan Braun signed a nice contract extension, the Brewers have started to barrel towards the top of the standings and there is a crapload of baseball to be played.
I mean, yes, I’ll have my mourning period but I’ll be back to my old self in no time.
But the second Nieves starts to go downhill, don’t forget: I’ve always been pro-George.
I think the headline says it all. (Sort of.)
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but the Brewers just beat Roy Halladay and the Phillies 9-0, 6 of those runs belonging to Doc. This coming off of a 12-inning, 6-3 win to open the series last night. And that coming off of a combined 17-8 sweep at the hands of the perpetually last-place Nationals.
Yeah, well, it’s too early to tell how the season will pan out, and we Brewers fans are usually optimistic until the very end, but if the streaky April start is any indication, things to come might not be so pretty for the Crew.
I mean, the 0-4 start? Meh. At least they’re not the Red Sox. Boston started 0-4 and hasn’t really improved. The basement of the AL East isn’t all that familiar to them, yet there they sit.
Winning 7 of 8 games to follow? Welllllll….. It doesn’t mean much when you then get swept by a team with one of the worst batting averages in the National League.
Until tonight, it seemed that the 2011 Brewers were a bit backwards from Brewers of recent seasons’ past. The pitching staff, with the exception of a 12-run hiccup in Cincinnati and a couple blown saves at the hands of John Axford, has been above average and holds a team ERA under 4. The bats, however, haven’t been able to muster more than 6 runs in a game. Until tonight in Philly.
As a team that is now above .500 and sits alone at 2nd in the NL Central, a mere half-game behind the Reds, are the Brewers finally starting to put their wishy-washy ways behind them? Let’s hope so.
We saw Zack Greinke pitch well in his first rehab start tonight. I mean, so what if it was Single-A? Dude can still pitch. And with a handful of starters already at a respectable 3.15 ERA and a combined 84 Ks in 20 innings, I’d say Greinke is definitely not going to hurt things joining in on that rotation. It’s always nice to have a Cy Young award winner in the mix. We all remember what CC Sabathia did for the team in a mere 3 months. Keep Greinke from breaking any more ribs for the rest of the season and I think this ballclub will be able to do what many predicted it would.
The National League Central is up for grabs and because I said we fans are always so glass-half-full, I think the Brewers legitimately have a chance to reach out and grab it.
So I wrote this post about how much I dislike ballhawks a year and half ago.
A month after I wrote it, the egotistical god to the ballhawks Zack Hample stumbled upon it and wrote a lovely response on his self-promoting blog. He told his minions to read my post and tell me the error of my ways, which was apparently having a negative opinion of him and those like him.
Anyway, the only reason I’m bringing this up now is that I’ve gotten a couple new comments recently regarding that opinion and, while I was being a good girl the whole time all those people we’re making sure that I knew I was completely and totally wrong about my own personal viewpoint (I wonder how many of them are Republicans…), I just can’t believe that over a year later, people still need to make sure I’m wrong.
I’m not going to go on any more about how much I loathe ballhawks. I think I made that pretty clear. I am, however, going to point out that while I may have stated my opinion as fact (yes, I’ll admit to that), many of the comments (including Zack’s post) took my words completely out of context. In some cases, it seemed people didn’t even thoroughly read what I wrote and in fact, put words into my mouth.
1. I never called that girl a ballhawk. I said she could’ve been, but that I didn’t get that impression. I never called her parents ballhawks either. In fact, the only reason I wrote the post was that the original article reminded me of greedy ballhawks.
This is what was written back:
“…you cannot take a couple greedy parents and call them ballhawks”
“It wasn’t necessarily a ballhawk that sued the Phillies. You are making the assumption that the 12 year old girl is the same as the grown men.”
(Nope. Wasn’t me.)
2. Don’t chastise me for making assumptions about people by making assumptions about me.
“But I can tell you’re a very deep person. After all, you’re a “total girly-girl” who “loves fashion, boys, pop music, and romantic comedies”.”
(Ok. That actually is in my bio. Not an assumption. But the rest is a doozy…)
“I’m sure that someone with such credentials can probably paint all ballhawks with such a broad brush and rest on your prejudices, knowing that your keen wit and love of fashion wouldn’t steer you wrong on such an important matter like human interaction. Right, sweetie?”
(I didn’t know I had a problem with human interaction. Thank you so much for pointing that out.)
“How many shoes do you need (I’m talking to you, blogger!)”
(Why assume I collect shoes? Because I work in fashion? Way to connect the dots…)
3. To Zack Hample: Your response was the worst. I read it. Twice. Because you tried submitting it. Twice. I chose not to publish it because, well, you already had. And it was so ego-stroking to you that I didn’t want your head to explode by having it published on more than one blog. (PS, the glove trick is stealing. That ball didn’t find it’s way to you from the field of play, it’s not a souvenir for you to take home. You’re flat-out taking MLB property from a bullpen that is, I’m pretty sure, off-limits to fans and their gloves on string.)
I write this blog for fun. I don’t pay for it (despite what one commenter seemed to believe), and even if I did, yes, I would still use it to voice my OPINIONS about things related to baseball. I hate the hobby of ballhawking and I knew I’d be stepping on toes by writing that original post, but I didn’t care. I didn’t know what kind of response, if any, I would get. I find it funny that one person can say ‘Hey go read this and tell her she’s totally wrong’ (notice the use of the single quote–hypothetical, but pretty much the gist of what he said.) and people actually listen. Am I happy people came and read it? I mean, I guess. Could I have done without all the negativity? Meh. I did start it.
And honestly, it’s hilarious to me that people are still commenting. Seriously, that’s the only reason that, after this long, I’ve finally chosen to reply. Personally, my favorite is the last one. Yes, 15 year old, I’d soooo rather have you drinking and doing drugs than going to a baseball game. Seriously? Is that what you got out of this? I spend my Friday nights going to baseball games. It’s actually a completely legit way to spend your weekend, so do it up! I just don’t like what you do at baseball games. That’s my call. I’m allowed to not like it. You’re only 15. There are going to be a lot of things in life that you’ll do that people won’t like. Get used to it.
Anyway, that’s it. I’m not going to say I’ll never make negative comments about ballhawks on here again, but I’m over it. Unless of course Mr. Hample sends his loyal followers around to harass me again.
Sidenote: Brewers are tied for 2nd, at .500, Narv Dog has a 0.00 ERA, Prince Fielder was just named the NL Player of the Week, I take back anything bad I ever said about Nyjer Morgan (thanks to his skills and @Tony_Plush), Jonathan Lucroy is back, George Kottaras and his new, hottie beard legitimately threw out a baserunner, and the Cubs still suck.
The day was cold, windy and threatening rain. Yet we Brewers fans started lining up our caravans on Miller Parkway shortly before 9am. We were ready and we weren’t going to let a little inclimate weather or an 0-3 start get us down.
Once parked, the tents were set up (including the pee tent–genius), the keg was tapped and the wop was flowing. That glorious aroma of lighter fluid and charcoal filled the gusty air and shouts and music and laughter came from all directions.
The time had finally come: Baseball was back in Milwaukee.
We’d been there for less than 20 minutes when I noticed we already had a man down.
Bill Bob had somehow gotten smushed under the backseat. He was saved and had some more adventures later on in the day.
We ate, we drank (some of us, a bit too much–oops!), we played flip cup.
The pee tent came in handy!
We had cute, yummy desserts.
And then, before we went inside, we got the whole group. See how happy we all were, pre-game?
Blurg. What a loss. Narv Dog was awesome. Narv Dog did his job. Rickie Weeks got his 3rd homerun in 4 games. And then that was it. Well, not really. Takashi Saito surrendered 2 solo Braves homers and then that was it. Enough to send the Crew to an 0-4 start to the season. Boo. (Unfortunately, the only pictures I even attempted to take during the game were blurry shots of Narv. Drunk camera operating is not recommended.)
Sooooo it was back out to the lots.
Where Bill Bob was kidnapped. (Briefly. He’s safe now.)
And Bonnie wouldn’t start.
I mean, all in all, we had a blast. A measly loss isn’t gonna bring us down. Sort of, but not really.
It may have been too late for a happy home opener, but the Brewers did finally muster their first 2011 win last night. In a complete game shutout by Yovani Gallardo. I’ve said it many times before, pitchers’ duels are not my favorite but when you’re looking for your team to win by any means just so they can have a win at all, I will take it. Yo was certainly the hero last night, scoring the game’s only run and facing just one batter over the minimum. Great game.
So now that the monkey’s off their backs, hopefully the Brewers will start to become the team people thought they would be.
The Brewers called up Marco Estrada to start tonight against Mike Minor. Estrada had a good showing this spring as a starter so here’s hoping he can hold off the Braves. And also here’s hoping the Brewers offense will start to show up sooner rather than later.