Thoughts on the Mets/Brewers Series

So as I sit here watching Jorge Sosa continue the suck-fest that Ollie Perez started, I thought I'd map out some of the thoughts that drifted into my head as I've watched the series.

-I am hoping someone will officially give Nelson Figuero the nickname "Chinless Wonder"

- Corey Hart.  Not as studly as his name would seem to imply.

- Jason Kendall.  Also not very easy on the eyes. 

-The Brewers bat their pitcher 8th, with Kendall - their catcher- batting 9th.  I have yet to hear this explained.  Here's my problem - the lower you have a guy in the order, the fewer at bats he's going to see over the course of a year.  So this means Brewer pitchers will bat more times than Jason Kendall.  From what I've seen thus far from Kendall, this makes zero sense.  

-Right now there is a child singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame"  He is not singing it very well.

-D. Wright.  Still easy on the eyes(and a pimp!).

 

-Brewers old uniforms > Brewers new uniforms.

-Prince Fielder says he became a vegetarian in the off season, which has Brew Crew fans screaming for him to have a cheeseburger since he can't seem to hit a lick so far this season.  I'm guessing his vegetarianism doesn't exclude dairy, since he looks like he still really enjoys ice cream.

- 9 to 7 Brewers. RBI single by Damion Easley.  

- Brian Schneider is up.  I don't know what his problem is, exactly, but he dropped the ball or had a passed ball happen like, 8 times so far this game.  He's also incredibly vanilla.  I miss Paul Lo Duca.  Must be something magical about Dook's jersey number (16) because it's the number Pagan wears, and he's been kicking ass all season.  and obviously someone else pretty decent wore that number for the Metsies way back when...

-Schneider hits into a double play.  I think I might hate him.  He beat the throw, pretty obviously.  But still, take your goalie mask and get the hell out of my face.

-Guillermo Mota up in the Brewers bullpen. Oh please Oh God Oh Please let us face him.  I don't care what he did all 'roid'd up for us in '06.  He got caught and suspended and we rewarded him with a two year deal... He got off the juice and then proceeded to serve his 50 game ban, and then suck in large and dramatic fashion.

- Here comes Aaron Heilman.  Which Aaron will show up today? He's a weird looking guy.  I wonder what his voice sounds like.  I just pictured him talking like Micky Mouse.  I am fairly certain that is not the way he actually speaks.  I was going to link to a picture of him, but found a picture I have to put up, because it might be the best thing I've ever seen:

Can you guess which one is Heilman?

-I don't know where to go from there.  I have to go.

The Type of Bold Prediction I Like

Baseball Season Can't Come Soon Enough

I will admit it.  Television is a way of life for me.  The writer's strike has been especially awful for me, because I need the television on at my house, even if it's just in the background as noise and something to occasionally look at.  I don't need something that requires every ounce of my attention, I just need something I don't hate with every ounce of my being.

This is a pathetic thing to admit, but I seriously can't function with the TV off.  It's too quiet.  I get home from work and need it on, it's like a white noise machine.  It makes it a hundred times worse when I need to flip channels at the very least every half hour to find something that isn't awful.  I can't help but wonder when this started, but I think it may be baseball's fault.  Almost 162 nights (sans day games and west coast games, natch) a year I have that perfect balance of background noise and entertainment.  When it's over, I don't know what to do with those nights.

Now I generally watch Mets games religiously - not moving from spots if we're rallying, refusing to speak to loved ones if it's an important at bat, etc.  But baseball games also provide the flexibility of being able to do other things while you're watching.  I can cook, play with the kid if she's up, exercise, and most importantly, drink.  By the time the game is over, be it 10, 10:30, 11. I'm ready to pass out.  

The ladies were out tonight. So, alone, I was especially bored and confused.  Not knowing what to do with the television, not knowing what to do with myself...  Eventually I put on the food network and just screwed around on the computer for a while.  But it's not the same.  It never is. Tonight was the breaking point.  The hours passed so slowly I was sure I was in purgatory at the very best.  Baseball season can't come soon enough so I can get myself on a good schedule.

Or at the very least, they could remake some awesome shows from my past and air those.  Let me pick a few at random: Knight Rider, American Gladiators....oh. fuck.