Didja Miss Me?
By
Amanda
Posted at 12:12 am
Just after midnight on a young Monday morning, and I have just gotten home. The weekend trip to meet up with Bellyscratcher in St. Louis to smack a couple games in person and drink obscene amounts of beer was a huge success.
A lightening storm on the trip home had us driving 40 mph for a good chunk of Illinois, but I'm just glad to have made it back without incident. On the drive, I saw more than one car's hazard lights blinking morosely at a wholly inappropriate angle from the roadside ditch.
I hope that the Easter bunny was good to everyone. I see that he's left me eggs filled with comments about such things as Sean Casey's fractured back and why Little Eddie ought to be allowed to knock the team out of contention in the name of player development. I can hardly wait to enjoy their gooey goodness.
I've got something like six hours of audio smack talk for my crack technical staff to skim through and try to assemble a respectable podcast or two. It might take a couple days, but I think it'll be worth the wait.
I don't want to spoil it for you, but I will tell you that Ms. Scratcher is cuter'n hell, even sassier in person than on-line, and as good a host as you could possibly ask for. I think you'll enjoy our in-game conversations, despite the fact that they were losing efforts for the Reds.
Tomorrow it's on to the Marlins. As close at the Reds came to taking today's game from the Cardinals, I think there's real hope. Consider: St. Louis had to wring multiple home runs from Pujols to beat the Reds by one. That's like the United States whipping out the nuclear weapons to subdue Grand Fenwick.
And with that, I'll try to grab a few hours' sleep before it's time to go to work. But not before cracking a couple of those comments in my Easter basket. I just can't resist.
First of all, I simply must answer the question phrased by the title of this thread, namely, “Didja miss me?”
The answer is something heard regularly during the summer when everyone has their windows open:
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Yes!”
All kidding aside now, we’re glad you made it back without winding up in a ditch, and we hope that the Easter bunny also left you an egg stuffed with aspirin tablets to help you offset the effects of all that beer you drank. We also hope the beer you drank wasn’t brewed by Anhauser-Busch. We’d hate to think RHM would be providing financial support to the Cardinals.
Hope everyone realizes that if somebody gets Pujols out in that last game, the Reds are tied with the Astros for first place in the division. I’m not calling for the return of Danny Graves anytime soon, but this team could sure use a real closer.
Well, what’s done is done. On to the future, the Reds now have a three-game home series against the Marlins. Florida is the NL’s answer to the Kansas City Royals. The Marlins have won all but eight of the 11 games they have played so far this season, and in their most recent outing they managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory by surrendering three ninth-inning runs to the Nationals. The Reds should at least take two out of three, and if Harang comes up with an effort against Dontrelle Willis in game three similar to what he did against Carpenter when the Reds were playing the Cardinals, we Reds fans might even get to break out the brooms on Wednesday. That would be cool…we could help RHM get caught up on the housework that undoubtedly has piled up during her absence (not to mention during the time after returning that she spent prowling the web in 2006 in search of a reference to link to for a movie that was released in 1959!).
HMZ
Aw, HMZ. Referencing coital sound effects has never been so sweet.
They’re well on their way to taking that two-out-of-three from the Marlins with the big win tonight. Was it just me, or did the Marlins look sort of like the late-season 2005 Reds? Damn, it was nice to be on the other side for a change!
“The smiling side of the scoreboard” as George Grande would say. And did. At least twice.
The Marlins are the National League version of the Kansas City Royals. No payroll, very little talent, and no hope. I’m wondering how they managed to win three games.
Perhaps they faced guys like Milton.
Nah…Milton’s one of a kind.