Dozer, the bulldog

Dozer, the bulldog
About those fireworks...

Ellie Mae or may not...

Ellie Mae or may not...
In through the out gate...

Rattler relocation

Rattler relocation
Snakes are beautiful critters.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.

HappyDay Farms bees are happy bees.
"Let us bee happy in our work..."

Summertime

Summertime
Nothing says summer like zinnias.

Pink Yarrow and carnations

Pink Yarrow and carnations
Life on the farm

HappyDay Farms grows it better.

HappyDay Farms grows it better.
Home-grown by HeadSodBuster

Where the living is easy

Where the living is easy
Garlic drying, with our newly painted water tank in the background

July magic

July magic
Artichoke-strictly for ornamental purposes

Mahlon Masling Blue

Mahlon Masling Blue
My friend and brother.

Mark's E-mail address

bellspringsmark@gmail.com

Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Church of the Eternal Bleacher # 2: All Southpaws Welcome (Cont.)

Church of the Eternal Bleacher
All Southpaws Welcome
Continued from Aug 26th
         My friend Steve came to California from the East Coast in the early eighties.  Like me, he switched allegiance in his early twenties; he was originally a Mets fan.  He told me recently that he had not been out here that long, when the G-men got a nice streak going, and he climbed on board the SF float and has been a Giants fan ever since.  
Like Dave, Steve follows baseball, and can exchange views on any topic that touches on baseball.  He got riled up the other day, when I had the unmitigated gall to suggest that the Giants’ 2-1victory over the Pads was a good one, and that Timmy had gotten a much deserved win.  
“A good one?” he bellowed.   “Aaarrrrrgggg.  They committed five errors, and Timmy walked five batters.  What’s ‘good’ about that?”  Don’t give him fluff and chaff; he doesn’t want it.  Steve needs to know more than the final score, and who got the win.  He needs to know who replaced Wilson to close out that game, right after they announced that his elbow was inflamed.  He needs to know how Runzler could possibly have walked the pitcher in the second.  And finally, he needs to know if the Giants are going to be able to get it together.  
I can answer the first question easily (Ramon Ramirez), and I can answer the second one with some authentic baseball cliches (adrenaline flowing; overthrowing; backlash from Wednesday night’s lackluster performance against the Braves, take your pick).  The third question is  more difficult.  
The naysayers would have us believe it is long since over; it ended when Buster became somebody’s tackling dummy.  It was sort of odd, because we thought we were in the middle of a baseball game, but no rules were broken and the action had the intended effect, of garnering a victory for the opposing team.
Since the second commandment of our church is, Thou shalt not use injuries as an excuse (the first being, Thou shalt not quit), we do not accept any discussion about disabled lists.  All I want to know is if Eli’s concussion is OK, and is Buster still on schedule to return next spring?
As far as the Giants getting it together, they did that last year.  You can look it up.  Whether they can do the absurdly impossible again this year, seems unlikely.  Whether or not they can recover their collective health sufficiently to even compete, seems unlikely.  Therefore, let’s assume that the task is as improbable as last year, and get ready for whatever may take place. That way, if the Giants  get it together, we can be as ecstatic as we please, and if they don’t we’ll just be like every other religion, and wait for a savior, one who comes outfitted in a catcher’s mask and shin-guards.  In the Name of Timmy, Buster and Nate the Great, now and forever, you’re safe.
Be sure and pick up the weekly bulletin on your way out of church.

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