2018 Reg Seas Game #150 – vs. Dodgers – Sun 9/16

NOT the way you want to start an inning, Buddy Boy…..a free pass. And Shildt & Maddux don’t like what they see as they both walk out to the hill side-by-side……and Norris cannot convince them that he’s 100% so his night is history. Wonder what our skipper and Maddux saw because they both looked at each other with this astonished look on their faces and then without saying a word, both made a direct beeline towards the mound. Remember when you were a kid and someone would tape a note to your back that read “HIT ME” and you had no idea it was there, but everybody else saw it. One must wonder if that’s what Shildt and Maddux saw on Norris’ back???

Hicks fires one into the netting a la Ankiel….that will keep the hitters from getting comfy.

Yep, Machado got rung up and shoulda got rung out. He looked like a fool.

Machado sure did look foolish there, Euro. Some players can argue in exactly the same manner that Machado just did…and look cool doing it. That’s one gift that Manny Machado does not have.

Puig fittingly raps into a 5-4-3 twin killing to end it….5-0 Birds your merry final. Let’s see Roberts give Puig a big ole’ smacker now!

Did Hicks channel his inner “Nuke LaLoosh ” tonite.

I wouldn’t be so quick to “eat crow”. First off, they are one of the most intelligent birds floating around out there. They fashion their own tools out of small pieces of tin, aluminum and other materials….mainly for nest maintenance. Crows work very well together as a team and when munching on that delectable roadkill, they will take turns working as sentries to warn of any possible intruders, mainly the much feared hawk. And think twice before you do a crow harm as they never forget the perpetrators. When I first heard about this years ago at my old house in Whitefish Bay, I decided to put this to the test. I went quickly running and shouting at this one crow who was just minding his own business on my back lawn. Subsequently nothing happened afterward. Then a few days later, I whipped a football at one in my back yard and from that day onward, most times when I went outside during the daylight, you’d hear one or more of them violently calling out. God knows what they were saying, probably something along the lines of “here comes that s.o.b. who tried to hit Jimmy with that big ball!” I know it was me drawing the crows angst because when my daughter ventured outside you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet.