Bipped...

Hey! My custom Bip Roberts card is posted over at Padrographs. You should check it out! I have been officially designated an "Entry #2"... Thats 'cause my card is the shit!!!

The Ennui of a Completed Page...

Charlie Bradley Saves the Day...

When Michael Bradley scored to bring the match with Slovenia level at two a piece, @matthewglidden (from the fantastic Number 5 Type Blog) tweeted: "Nice job by that round-headed kid."

I immediately imagined Bradley in a yellow, Charlie Brown t-shirt, having the ball yanked from his foot by that heartless wench, Lucy. If Slovenia's kit was yellow, they would have looked like a pitch-full of Charlie Browns.

With a little imagination, we could have this:

Word Verifications...

For the last year or so (for no apparent reason) I have been saving Word Verifications. Screen capture, crop, save as a jpeg, file away. I finally got one worthy of a post. It is baseball related. Not too terribly obscure. I present to you...

Dave

Now I feel like it wasn't a total waste of time.

What are some of your favorite WV's?

Forgiveness...

Pretty classy on both sides... (Please do not read my Tweets from yeterday! - Not classy.)

Get Your Hands Off My Neck...

Or should I say, Get Your Hands Off My "No Neck"!

Over at the Million Card Giveaway, I recently traded for a 1974 Walt "No Neck" Williams. I had to give up about six inches in neck length, but I gained 2-1/2" x 3-1/2" of awesomeness!

Seriously! Andy Kosco looks like a giraffe compared to Williams!

I just wish I could figure out how he got his nickname... 

Sean from over at Condition: Poor has unwittingly (and unsuccesfully) offered me two trades for this very card... Bwaaaaah haaaaa haaaa! Mine! (Unless suitable Padres are offered.)

Something More Than Perfect...

I posted this in the comments over on Grand Cards. I liked it, so I thought I should share:

I was driving home from work here in San Diego and heard that he had a prefect game through seven. By the time I pulled in my driveway, he was through eight. I ran in to the house and flipped on the MLB Network just as the ninth was starting.


Honestly, I expected to feel bad for him when he would (inevitably) give up a hit. After the amazing catch in left center, I started to believe. No. I started to pray. I am not a Religious (with a capital "R") person. But I was begging a higher power to help him get the perfect game.


As a Padres fan, I have gotten use to a certain level of disappointment. We have come close, but never had a no hitter nor ever had a player hit for the cycle. We have made amazing runs through the playoffs, only to lose in the World Series. But I have never felt like my heart was ripped from my chest.

Jim Joyce did that.

People make mistakes. He admitted that he "kicked the ****" out of that call and cost him the perfect game. It doesn't make me feel any better for Armando Galarraga.

In a strange way, it almost makes the game something more than perfect. I have forgotten about players that have thrown perfect games (I think of roasted chicken berore I think perfect game when I hear the name Kenny Rogers.)

 

 I will never forget Armando Galarraga. He is immortal.