THE FOLLOWING POST HAS BEEN GIVEN A PG RATING DUE TO JIHAD JIMMY'S USE OF THE WORDS "RAD-ASSED", "SUCK", "SUCKED", AND POSSIBLY "PISSED".
Oh yes, it's been a long winter. Since the red sox swept the cardinals to win their first championship since 1918, quite a bit has happened. A choadstain senator from Massachusetts (sp?) lost an election. A choadstain has started to bug the crap out of me on one of my favorite shows. I like to think that all of these little bits-o'-boston have contributed to my newfound disdain of who i shall from now on refer to as Bostards.
Exception: Dylan (U - James) from the H-Club hails from Massa-choo-sets. The running gag, if you're ever temporally fortunate to meet her, Lynn, is that she went to UMass Amherst. She went to American. Which is the alma mater of Mike O'Meara of don and mike fame. Sundays, $2 Tuesdays or Thursdays is optimal Dylan-sighting opportunity. Fridays and Saturdays every once in a while.
Anycrap... bostards. They piss me off now. There was a couple a few rows in front of Lincoln and me at the giants-rangers exhibition game on Sunday (we sat 13 rows from the giants' bullpen, btw, effing rad-assed seats). The dude red sox "fan" got up to get beer. When he came back, Lincoln yelled to him, "Hey that's a nice, shiny, brand new jacket!" It's funny because it's true. Ain't no way that jacket was purchased before this year.
And for you wankees fans cackling in the background? Eff you and your families too. Really the only solace you should be allowed to seek here in the SHoP is that I hate your dumbtard counterparts just as much as I hate your dumbtard selves. Congratu-effing-lations. You all suck.
Now in comparison to this Overrated Wankees-Red S0x0r rivalry, one of the best and frequently overlooked rivalries kicks off Opening Day today in just over three hours-- Giants-Dodgers from Pac Bell Park! Giants Ace Jason Schmidt takes the mound against new Dodgers acquisition Derek Lowe. Bonds and Gagne are both out on the DL, but oh man, what I'd give to go to this game today!
following excerpts from The best rivalry in the West
Yeah I remember that day last year. We were in Corvallis, OR watching Cal kick the ever-loving snot out of the OSU Beavers. Giants were up the whole game. Leading going into the ninth. Cal won, I saw our old band director-- a dodgers fan despite having grown up in the East Bay Area-- gave him a bit of shit about the dodgers dropping another one to the Giants. I only found out later about the walk-off grand slam. That sucked.
The bitterness continues. Last year, there were near-brawls and numerous brush-back pitches. On the next-to-last day of the season, the Giants were in Los Angeles, making a run at the division and a Wild Card spot, when Steve Finley smoked a grand slam off Wayne Franklin in the bottom of the ninth to win the title for the Dodgers. The Giants were eliminated from the Wild Card race when Houston won the next day.
Franklin, who was released last week, was a Giant for a season. Finley, who signed as a free agent with the Angels this past winter, was a Dodger for little more than three months. Both now have earned their page in the rivalry's history that dates back to before the turn of the 20th Century.
Even the Red Sox didn't sell Babe Ruth to the Yankees until 1920. Even Bucky Dent didn't hit his playoff homer to sink the Red Sox in a one-game playoff for the American League East title until 1978. Aaron Boone? Pedro Martinez? It all means little to the fans of these two NL teams.
And on that note, I'd like to dust off a SHoP favorite...
It was a classic ninth-inning confrontation last April between the hard-throwing right-hander and the lefty-swinging home run hitter, who is now third on the all-time list behind Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth.
The Dodgers, under guidance of manager Jim Tracy, have had a propensity of walking Bonds in almost every situation. Bonds, who strolled a record 232 times last season, was walked a Major League-high 38 times by the Dodgers.
Even Gagne often had been told to simply give Bonds a free pass. But not in this particular game. Not last April 16. The Dodgers were leading, 3-0, with a runner on first and one out when Bonds strode to the plate. He motioned in no uncertain terms for Gagne to throw his 100-mile-per-hour heater over the plate.
"Give it your best shot," Bonds said, using words that were a tad more colorful.
Gagne looked into the dugout. Since Bonds could not tie the game, Tracy gave his pitcher the green light. Gagne stared at Bonds through his trademark goggles, his cap tucked low on his brow. The first pitch buzzed toward the plate at supersonic speed. Bonds hit it into McCovey Cove well behind the right-fence. A titanic shot, but just foul.
The sellout crowd of 42,662 gasped and stirred. Certainly, Bonds couldn't do it again. Bonds motioned once more to Gagne.
"Bring it again," he said.
Gagne did. This time Bonds hit the ball out to center.
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