I’m sure I’m pretty behind in discovering SMITH Magazine’s Six-Word Memoirs, but regardless, I’m hooked. I find myself trying to put every thought that crosses my mind into only six words and one of those thoughts today was, “Blog boring. Baseball in six words.”
So, in an effort to spice up this little blog of mine, I’m gonna try to put game recaps, notable events, big plays, etcetera, etcetera, into just six words. No explanations necessary. (I hope!)
First inning woes matter no more.
Brewers take out Twins. Three. Times.
Twins first 3-game sweep. Ha. Ha.
Lucroy catches shut-out. Kottaras jobless? Maybe.
George Kottaras, I like your beard.
Philly monsoon delays inevitable Indians beatdown.
Strasburg loses. Is hype done yet???
Rollins’ first walk-off in 10 years.
Hart amazes. Leads NL RBIs, HRs.
RB in LG. Two restaurants = BUSY!
Marlins not terrible. Still fire Gonzalez.
Mad at Macha removing Manny. Still.
Withdrawals. Must. Go. To. Miller. Park.
Cubs tied in 11th. Please lose.
Brewers wall dismantled at work. Sad.
Good day for my fantasy team.
See? It’s super fun. I’m completely addicted to putting everything into six words. Well, okay, not everything. Obviously I wouldn’t have written all that. But either way, I’m having a great time with it and I think it’s a great way to simplify things. Maybe I’ll continue only writing six word recaps. It certainly makes blogging less of a chore. (Which it really isn’t, but I’ve been, um, thoughtless lately?) Just think of all the things I could get into this humble little blog if I didn’t have to write full paragraphs. Gah. Such a drag!
Keep up the momentum. Go Brewers!
(Cubs tied. 13th. Please still lose.)
*Except I do care. Please stop hassling him, and the rest of the Brewers pitchers. Thanks.
It’s time yet again, to complain about the team I still, for reasons that I can hardly explain, hold so dear.
Monday, the Narv Dog was awesome. Yeah, awesome until he and/or Manager of the Year Ken Macha decided he could go ahead and get that final out of the 5th inning and instead gave up a game-tying homerun. Then the bullpen came out and that’s where things really got out of control. Brewers lose, Marlins win. Ugh. (Oh, yeah. Neither here nor there, really, but Cameron Maybin had an inside the park HR, too. Super.)
Yesterday, my old favorite bearded Brewers (current fave: George Kottaras) pitcher, Dave Bush, struggled in the first inning, giving up a Marlins team cycle and 3 runs before he even had 2 outs under his belt. He settled in (sort of) after that, pitching 5 scoreless innings and the Brewers tied the game with HRs from Prince Fielder and Corey Why-am-I-not-on-the-All-Star-ballot Hart, thus putting Bush in line for the win. But, alas, DB was suffering from a blister (ahhhhh, so that’s why he couldn’t find the zone all game) and left after 6.
Enter Trevor Hoffman.
Dude comes in to the pitch in the 7th and gives up hit after walk after hit after hit for an eventual Marlins 6-3 lead by the time he managed to scrape up a 3rd out and walk off the mound. Yes, Hoffman, the all-time saves leader. The man with 4 more saves to go until 600. The man with a 1-4 record this season and an 11.65 ERA in SEVENTEEN INNINGS!!!!!
Sooooooo, the Crew calls upon the new guy, the beastly 6’8″ Kameron Loe, to pitch the 8th. And what does this guy do? Shows Hoffman how it’s done. Loe goes 1,2,3 with 2 strikeouts.
Alright, so now it’s time to play the blame game.
We can argue all day about who’s fault it is that the Brewers are having a wickedly bad start to the season. I can tell you who’s fault it isn’t: the offense.
I don’t like to throw numbers around, but this is something that cannot be disputed. There is at least 1 Brewers player in the Top 10 of every major batting category in the National League. Clearly, offense can’t do it alone (CLEARLY!), but these numbers don’t lie.
HR- Corey Hart, #1 (seriously. I know.)
RBI- Casey McGehee, #1
AVG- Ryan Braun, #4 (T)
OBP- Prince Fielder, #7 (notice lead-off man Rickie Weeks is absent)
SLG- Hart, #1 (T)
SB- Braun, #5 (T)
H- Braun, #2 McGehee, #7 (T)
R- Braun, #2
As a team, Milwaukee ranks 2nd overall in the NL in OPS and SLG, 3rd in HR and OBP and 5th in SB. So, you know, the Brewers are pretty damn good offensively.
One might argue that since it’s not the bats’ fault, it must be the pitchers’. One might be right. The only name you’ll see among the NL pitching leaders is Yovani Gallardo with 5 wins, 2.78 ERA, 73 Ks and a .714 WPCT.
The team ERA? 5.36, good for 14th in the National League. That’s right. Good enough to not be last but so terrible that it’s nowhere near 1st. And for a team that scores enough runs per game to be ranked 2nd in that category, the pitching staff allows 5.78–also 14th.
So, here the Brewers sit at a massive 10 games below .500 with a starting rotation that’s seen more guys come and go in the last 2 months than your friendly neighborhood brothel. The only bright spot, besides Gallardo, seems to be that just about every guy that’s been called up from Triple-A to help salvage the mess has been doing his part and then some.
But, there are still those that believe it’s not even the pitching staff’s fault. Because someone had to have hired that staff, right?
I mean, yes, Doug Melvin had his hand in signing insanely awesome acquisitions like Jeff Suppan. But then again, he saw something in Yovani Gallardo, too. Sure, Mark Attanasio is keeping Melvin around. But that guy? He basically brought baseball back to Milwaukee (according to a guy I know). And what about Manager of the Year Ken Macha? Well, he’s just making some bad decisions. That is, when he can make up his mind at all. (Find a line-up and stick with it, Keebler Elf!)
So, blame whoever you want to blame. The point is, the Brewers, my team, my Boys, suck right now. And that’s putting it mildly because what I really want to say would just get all starred out on here (thanks, censorship!).
And, now, game on.
Go Brewers, I guess.
Please pardon the absence. I’ve been on vacation all week and there was no way I was gonna sit down and post when I had every opportunity to go out during the week, be lazy during the days and watch my Boys start to turn it around.
Finally, a week later, here’s the Minnesoooooota recap.
The weekend began by taking a short jaunt to Madison Thursday night so we could cut off an hour and leave later for Minneapolis the next morning. After making spicy jalapeno mac and cheese and chili lime chicken burgers, we settled in to watch my Hubby, the Narv Dog, lead the Crew to it’s first win in their last 10 games. Not an amazing win by a long shot, but it was nice to go to bed knowing the Brewers weren’t total losers.
So, smoothies in hand, we set out for Minnesota in the pouring rain and Madge, our GPS, was leading the way to The Nook in St. Paul. Three starving ladies just wanted burgers and beer (and in Nik’s case, a malt) to kick off our mini-vacay and let me tell you, this thing was worth the wait.
Behold, The Molitor. Two burger patties filled with pepperjack cheese goodness, paired with the best fries I’ve ever had the pleasure of stuffing my face with. It should be an actual crime for all restaurants to NOT soak their handcut fries in vinegar before frying them. I will forever be disappointed with anything else.
If you’re heading to the Twin Cities anytime soon, it is an absolute MUST that you stop at The Nook.
From there, we drove the arduous 15 minutes to Minneapolis and once we arrived, it was really hard not to notice the one eyesore of an otherwise gorgeous city: The Metrodome. And, naturally, since Mol and I were wearing Packers shirts (because why wouldn’t you wear Packers shirts when in Viqueens State?), we got out to find Mr. Arnold himself…
…to take some pics of our disdain for him.
The only mean Minnesotans we encountered all weekend was a drive-by insult at this point, telling us to go back to Wisconsin. I mean, gladly. We have Aaron Rodgers there.
Anyway, after that quick stop, we got to our super-cute downtown hotel and got ready for the quick walk to beautiful Target Field. We put on our best Brewers gear and, of course, prepped with a couple Sausage Shots…
…and the Triplets were off. We made a quick stop at Brothers for Happy Hour in the adorable alley bar…
…then joined the droves of fellow Brewers fans (and super, super attractive Twins fans) and went to the field.
So the game…
First of all, gorgeous, gorgeous stadium. Thank god the Twins don’t have to play at the Eyesore anymore, is all I have to say. Look at this view!
Soooo, top of the 1st, eh, who cares? No runs, NBD. Bottom? Holy eff.
Normally, you know, I’m all about Dave Bush. Love the high socks, love the sometimes beard. But on this particular night, I wanted to punch him in the throat. Six runs in 1/3 of an inning and who does Manager of the Year Ken Macha send out to replace DB? Oh, of course. Logical choice. Jeff freaking Suppan. Cue the Triplets leaving their seats and finding the nearest bar (thankfully, Target Field has LOTS of full bars scattered throughout).
Luckily for us, Twins fans are super nice and no one gloated when their score kept climbing and the Crew’s sat at zero. Although, you have to enjoy Carlos Gomez hitting a 3-run bomb and toooootally rubbing it in his former team’s face.
After the game, the ladies and I went back to Brothers to drink away our sorrows, play a bit of darts (of course, me and a dude in a Denard Span jersey won in a total beat-down) and dance our little Brewers-loving booties off.
The next day, Nik and I took to the skywalks while Mol slept off her headache. It was pouring yet again, and as nothing was open in the buildings, we had to hoof it on the actual cold, wet streets if we wanted to find food. By the time we were done eating, the skies had cleared and it was getting warmer by the minute so we walked towards the field to check out how unreasonably priced tickets were for that afternoon’s game. Too rich for our blood, so we wandered around a bit longer, went back to the hotel to pick up Mol and go to Brit’s Pub…
…to catch the rest of what turned out to be a 12-inning debacle of a game. Not surprising, the Brewers were now down 0-2 in interleague play.
After that, we got all dolled up and headed out for a night on the town, which is a totally different beast at night. We don’t like clubs, we don’t like covers and we most definitely don’t like girls that wear underwear as clothes. Needless to say, we called it an early night and went back to the hotel to finish our bottle of reisling in bed.
Sunday rolls around and we pack and get ready to hit the road. It was only after we crossed the border back into Wisconsin and finish our KFC Buffet that we finally stumble upon a radio station that carries the game. And only after we are comfortably finished with our Norske’s Nook pies do the Brewers induce near-heart attacks and actually pull off a series finale win. Halle-effing-luja.
And, since it’s been so long, just a quick few things about the Brewers lately. First off, Narv Dog, no longer my hubby. From now on, ‘hubby’ will refer to George Kottaras. Second, Chris Capuano is back with the club and will likely be inserted into the starting rotation and as a result of his addition, Claudio Vargas was DFA’d. Thirdly, Macha’s been playing with the line-up and as of right now, it’s been paying off. (Although, Braun bats second today. Weird) Fourth, and probably most important, Yovani Gallardo outdueled Johan Santana Friday night. He went to distance with a complete game shutout. Fifth, Corey Hart is the talk of the town, walking off Yo’s insane game with a 2-run homer Friday, grand slamming in the 1st last night and 2-run homering in the 3rd, accouting for 6 of the Brewers 8 runs.
After sweeping the Pirates with astronomical numbers, the Brewers were apparently too pooped out to swing the bats (or pitch even remotely well) against Chicago on their home turf.
We fans walk into Miller Park like we own the place (which, we kinda do. Thanks, stadium tax!) when the Cubs come to town. And more and more often, it seems, we leave what’s become known as Wrigley Field North with our tails between our legs. It’s embarassing. I, for one, will no longer stand for it.
Well, okay, it’s not exactly up to me. But Mark Attanasio, Doug Melvin and Ken Macha have finally converged and wisened up and made what could be a pivotal decision in getting this ball club, not only back above .500, but headed back to the top of the standings, which is where a 47-runs-in-4-games type of ball club deserves to be.
The much needed turn-around starts with a shake-up to the starting rotation and it seems MLB.com columnist Mike Bauman crawled inside my head while I was sleeping last night and wrote the exact article I would’ve written. Here are a couple of my favorite gems.
“There is no guarantee that Narveson will be the definitive answer in Milwaukee’s 5th starter spot. But he will have the virtue of not being Jeff Suppan.”
I mean, honestly. Go to Miller Park and ask any Brewers fan who would be a better starter the Suppan. The answer? Anyone other than Suppan. It shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone that the decision to send Ol’ Reliable to the bullpen was finally made. It was too late, but it was finally made.
“From a pitching rather than a personal perspective, the Suppan situation in Milwaukee has been a mistake for three plus seasons.”
Ummmm, yes! Why can everyone with eyes that follows Major League Baseball, Brewers fan or not, see that, yet it took so long for the people that sign the checks to understand??? Just because management made a mistake in 2007 doesn’t mean the rest of the team should just now be starting to clean up after it.
But the real question is, Is the Narv Dog the answer?
Well, he probably would’ve been 3 weeks ago. Instead, Suppan was on the DL, all but awaiting his turn in the rotation. Meanwhile, Narveson’s Spring momentum of 13 scoreless innings dwindled to a 7.20 ERA in 9 relief appearances so far in regular play.
I mean, I still cannot get over his start last September against the Cubs. The Narv Dog pitched 5 2/3 innings, struck out 10 and allowed only 4 hits, with 1 earned run. Pitching like that is why I adored him going into Spring Training and why I was pushing for him to be the Brewers #5, even over Manny Parra.
This decision is definitely what’s best for the team. Right now, anyway. One can argue that Narveson may not be the best option if Suppan’s destiny is an overpaid slot in the bullpen. However, Parra is scoreless in relief so far and the other viable option to start, Carlos Villanueva, has been pitching extremely well in mid-to-late inning relief. If the Narv Dog’s best days have happened starting the first inning on that mound, then by all means, yes. He’s the best choice.
And if the Brewers have to go through 5 more #5’s before finding a rotation that can get the job done, then let them do it.
Afterall, it’s still early.
Alright, boys. I didn’t want to have to recap a crappy weekend, but I guess that’s what it’s gonna be because that’s all you’re giving me.
Friday is already forgettable. My big complaint about Friday night is that Manny Parra was taken out too soon. Okay, so I missed the first hour of the game because I took Piper to see G-Force. (Too cute. Totally want a guinea pig now.) But still, Parra out after 5? It was a pretty good last inning, yet Macha takes him out and the game starts to go downhill. Ryan Braun had it tied at 4 with a 2-run shot, but the Brewers would fail to score following that at bat. Over it. Next.
Saturday my mom and I headed to Miller Park for game 2 against the Braves. It was Negro League night and my boys were decked out in the replica Bears unis. Adorable.
Even Rickie was back in the dugout with the rest of the boys. Awe.
I was also quite excited for a match-up of the two hottest Ryan’s in baseball, Braun and Church. I was totally in heaven with all the high socks and Top 10 Hotties. Until Braun flew out to Church. That moment ruined the night just a bit.
This one’s for me.
And this one just is funny. I think RB’s too freaking cute in that uniform.
Anyway, the game was great. 4-0 shutout by Yovani Gallardo (it was my first time seeing him pitch all season) and the first RBI was knocked in off Yo’s bat. Such an all-around guy. Love him! Prince was showing all other first basemen how to play solid defense and the rest of the guys got it done with a lot of small ball. Nice.
Two things from last night, however, that I must must must complain about.
One, some obnoxious drunk named Jeremiah was sitting 2 seats down from me. He was completely wasted when he sat down with TWO full bottles of beer in his hands. He never, I mean never, stopped talking for the entire game. Scratch that. He never stopped shouting the entire game. The only silence I experienced was when he got up to get more alcoholic beverages. He continually sang “Your Love” by The Outfield because it’s Frankie C’s at bat song. Not just when Catalanotto was batting. No, no. THE WHOLE GAME!!! (Listen to it now if you want to experience a tiny bit of what I had to hear.You know you want to.)
Next, I’ve never experienced such a conundrum in the parking lot leaving a game. Never. Mom and I actually re-parked the car because nobody was going anywhere. In any direction. When we finally did move, nearly an hour after the game was over, it was just to sit in more traffic, where we discovered there were very few cops directing cars. Generally, they’re on top of things and keep the flow going, but for some reason, many were absent last night. Gah! The game was over a little after 9 and it was nearly 11 when we rolled into our driveway. Ridic. Thankfully I had my new iPhone to take notes with so I’d remember what I wanted to post about when I got home.
So, onto other news. I’d rather not share my thoughts on today’s 10-2 blowout loss to the Braves, but I do have some other things I’d like to touch on briefly.
First, Telly Hughes interviewed the Brewers newly signed pitcher, Kyle Heckathorn, during today’s game. Future Top 10 Hottie right there. Holy yum. I’d love to post a picture of the 6’6″ righty, but there aren’t any out there yet that do him any sort of justice. Plus, he’s a Southern boy so he’s got that adorably dopey accent. Too cute.
Also, I mentioned earlier that I loved seeing Rickie Weeks back with the boys in Milwaukee. I do miss that guy, but I was thinking, if he weren’t out for the season, Craig Counsell would not be producing the way he is and it’s a pretty sure bet that Felipe Lopez wouldn’t even be in a Brewers uniform. Even though Weeks was having a great start to 2009, his injury has brought some bright spots to the Brewers’ game.
Third, with Dave Bush’s injury keeping him out of the rotation until at least mid-August now, my fellow July 19th birthday buddy, Tim Dillard, was recalled from Triple-A and is likely in line to start Tuesday’s game againsts the Nationals. He transitioned from reliever to starter down in the minors and has been doing relatively well– well enough that Ken Macha is putting the team in Dillard’s hands for the time being. One can only hope that Timmy steps up to the challenge, but I would still like to see Doug Melvin try to get a new starter before the trade deadline. I saw the Phillie’s offer for Roy Halladay was rejected. And included in that offer? J.A. Happ. Are the Phil’s really willing to part ways with Happ, who’s got a 7-1 record and an ERA well under 3.0? Well, probably not for anyone on the Brewers current roster, but a girl can dream can’t she?
Anyway, that’s about all I’ve got in me today. The Brewers start a 7-game stretch against 2 of the last place teams in the National League tomorrow. Let’s hope they can start something this week before heading off to LA and Houston?
Tomorrow the Nats come to town. Jeff Suppan (5-7, 4.71 ERA) vs. Craig Stammen (3-5, 4.14 ERA).
With the excitement that’s still running through me from the awesome game that ended nearly 2 hours ago, I have to tell you about the day that almost wasn’t.
I feel like it’s a long story, but bear with me. It has a very happy ending!
My dad and I purchased 2 seats in a 9-pack for the season and tonight’s game was to be our third. As we had 2 graduation parties to attend, he decided I could have the tickets for tonight. It was a 6:05 start time and he didn’t want to be rushed. Awesome. Of course, I’ll take the tickets.
Then, of course, no one is available to go with me. People are either working, or have plans or are already going. Typical. I had a week to try and unload the second ticket, but no takers. eriously, annoying.
So my dad decides he’ll take my mom, if that’s alright with me. I said sure, since I had just gone to Wednesday’s game. No big deal.
Well, all day I’m getting texts from Mol from her tailgate party asking if I found anyone to go with because I should meet them down there. So now I’m a little jealous I’m not going. And I’m sulking my way through the 2 grad parties and I really wished I could go.
My mom offers her ticket back to me, but my dad wasn’t having it. “Why don’t you just get a standing room only ticket?” she asks. I thought about it and just decided I didn’t want to deal with trying to meet up with people and wandering around until someone texted or called. Plus, at this point, it was a little over an hour before the first pitch.
So, we get home, mom and dad change and are ready to walk out the door and I changed my mind super-last minute and bought myself a ticket when we got down there. I bummed a seat in their section just in time to see Seth McClung throw his first pitch.
Then I was kindly asked to leave the seat. So I move to another and same thing. Three seats later, I just leave to wander and get some food, maybe something to drink and end up behind the right field bleachers with a margarita in my hand.
A nice guy comes and starts chatting me up, because, hello? Why wouldn’t he? And I find out he’s with a bachelor party, the groom had disappeared 4 innings prior, thus there was a seat open, would I like to join him? Why not? My friends, at this point, had not told me where their seats were, nor had offered to meet up with me anywhere.
Now, not that I’m the good luck charm or anything, but on Wednesday when I moved down into the right field bleachers, the Brewers took the lead and thus, won the game. Tonight when I sat down there, the Brewers tied it up 4-4 on a Prince Fielder 3-run homer followed by a first-pitch blast from Casey McGehee. Coincidence? (Probably.)
It’s still tied in the 7th, I finally hear from my friends and I leave the nice bachelor party-goers and head one section up. The panels were open in right field and it was the most amazing breeze I’ve ever felt. Todd Coffey’s pitching, he does an amazing job, and then the Brewers fail to score, prompting Trevor Hoffman to enter the game in the 9th, minus Hell’s Bells. Ugh.
This doesn’t look so troublesome on paper. Except Hoffman proceeds to give up 3 basehits in a row, loaded the bases and 2 Giants’ runs score. Oops. And the 3 batters coming up for Milwaukee aren’t really who you want at the plate in the bottom of the 9th to face Brian Wilson, one of the best closers this season — Mike Rivera, Bill Hall, pitcher’s spot.
Rivera was out and Craig Counsell batted in place Hall. Good move, Macha. Seriously. If anyone can start a 9th inning rally, it’s Counsell. Sure enough, he singled. Jason Kendall stepped in for Counsell as a pinch runner. Mat Gamel pinch hit for Hoffman and walked. Corey Hart’s single scored Kendall and JJ Hardy, who hadn’t done too much offensively all night, singled in Gamel. When Ryan Braun stepped to the plate, we knew it was gonna be a “go big or go home” kind of at bat. And Braun struck out. Eh. Not surprised. Then Prince Fielder saunters up, bat in hand, ready to make some magic happen.
The fans at Miller Park were doing all they could to summon something of greatness from that bat. And we got it. An RBI double to right field scored Hart for the win.
It was absolutely incredible that my little saga of a day ended the way it did! And I was so happy to have been with friends, instead of strange men at that bachelor party when it happened!
So now that the Giants have lost the series, I wonder if they’ll end up sending Tim Lincecum to the mound tomorrow. Their off day this week would mean it’s his day, but not his spot in the rotation. If the do, it would be an Opening Day re-match for Jeff Suppan. Otherwise, it’s Ryan Sadowski with the ball for San Fran. Either way, the Brewers already have the series win and are still holding on to that first place tie in the NL Central with the Cardinals.
However, after tomorrow, the Brewers face some major obstacles to get to the All-Star break with that lead in tact. I guess I should really start thinking one game at a time, since July hasn’t even started yet, and the way Milwaukee’s played these last 2 games, I shouldn’t be too worried. But they’ve got the Mets, Cubs, Cards and Dodgers over the next 2 and a half weeks. Not easy.
Anyway, I shall not dwell. Tomorrow is another day.
Manny Parra is off the list.
Fittingly, I suppose, he was number 5 on the list of my Top 10 Baseball Hotties. The spot is wide open in more ways than one. The Hottie list will require some shifting, as will Ken Macha’s starting rotation.
I’m not even gonna go into details, but after last night’s incredible come from behind 2-inning rally that shut the White Sox fans up pretty quickly, the Brewers certainly deserved a better fate than the one Parra handed them today.
Macha should put him in the corner (otherwise known as Triple-A) on a timeout and make him think long and hard about what he’s done.
That’s really all I care to say about the situation.