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Close, but instead of Wonder Bread I used a crusty French baguette, and I dipped a bag of Twinings English Breakfast Tea into my mug instead of Lipton. And the book, if you’re interested, is by an American writer who uprooted his wife and two kids and moved to Lyon where he spent five years learning French cooking.
Ouch! I open last night’s box this morning only to find Cheerios everywhere and little cheer to start my day. I guess I’ll just read my book with my tea and toast.
I’m afraid I’ve come under heavy attack by the sleepies and have to count on the rest of y’all to bring it on home. Gnite.
Din-din chez les CiFs tonight was in fact breakfast with banana pancakes slathered with butter and maple syrup, and crispy bacon, washed down with ice cold milk.
How are our birds going to perform for their last six? A .500 team or a slow slide into the muck?
As for Walker, I was down on him for a long time and wanted him to join Gorman on a bus ride out of town. Then he seemed to turn things around and started to act like the hitter everybody wanted to see. He has cooled somewhat lately and despite continuing his addiction to chasing low outside pitches he has earned another season in St. Louis. The Cardinals are certainly not rebuilt yet but they’re certainly fun to watch more often than not.
For a Monday din-din absent baseball I threw together a macaroni and cheese with plenty of cheddar, mozzarella, parmesan, sour cream and condensed milk. Adding a nice crunchy green salad with tomatoes and onions on the side and a little Haagen-dazs vanilla sprinkled with raspberries to finish.
Hope our birds are rested up for a final go at the Pirates tomorrow. Rah Cardinals!
I’m indifferent about Ollie. I’m uncertain about how much managerial decisions affect W-L over an entire season. I’ve always felt you either have a good team or you don’t. That is not to say I don’t get irritated at certain decisions sometimes. On the other hand, how many brilliant decisions do we even acknowledge, or even recognize?
–The surest way to achieve success is to define it so as to encompass what you have done.–
I agree with that Bling.
I did indeed get a good deal of enjoyment out of watching these kids this year and I can envision them getting better next year. So if you want to call a sub-.500 season narrowly avoiding the cellar a “success,” I guess we can be assured that 2027 (if there is a 2027) will also be a success, even if we manage to push the Reds from the bottom. After all, baseball thrives on that famous dictum: “Wait’ll next year.”
Ouch!
I once met a person who failed to see any humor in how complicated our world has become, even the simplest most beautiful and beloved of games, and believes that anyone who does is a mere know-it-all incapable of understanding advanced stats, thinking such complications inherently bad. I suggested this person lighten up a little. We’re all here to have fun.
Stats these days are so much fun. These guys will measure anything.
I think we should start keeping track of what relief pitchers’ ate for breakfast and the regularity of their bowel movements.
What happened to this thread?
Football is just something to fill the empty time between the World Series and spring training.
I was sure Soriano was going to find a way to give it away. He didn’t.
A pat on the back to Burley for coming through when we needed it. Better us than them.
So now we have another go at the Giants.
That Grichuk fella (remember him?) just ruined my Sunday morning breakfast. That Hjerpe fella (the one hunkered in the back of the dog house) also gave me a serious case of the hips.
Question: Once our Cardinals have been eliminated, who do I watch to finish out the season. I rarely watch other teams except on off days or rainouts and I need to squeeze out the last remaining baseball joys of the season. Suggestions? I had thought of course of following the Dodgers but then I don’t want to saddle myself with a west coast team nine time zones away. Or perhaps just draw a game at random out of a hat every day.
You are probably asking yourselves what is CiF having for din-din this evening. Well, in the oven as I type this is a veal roast sizzling gently, a couple of baking potatoes, and a pot of corn. When I went to the bakery for bread this morning I was seduced by a lovely chocolate cake with raspberries (which we already tested out at lunch). Yum.
OK. On with the rebuild! Rah Cardinals.
Well, here we are at the top of that final slope into the offseason. Then it’s a long, cold baseball-less winter wait into what could be a baseball-less spring. Oh the pain of it all! Who knows when we will discover if we have been rebuilt or not! May these last few games fill us with joy!
Speaking of joy, din-din tonight was fried chicken livers, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn. Dessert was a dish of Haagen-Dazs vanilla ice cream with the very last strawberries to be had this year.
Rah Cardinals!
I think I’ll not inflict stomach acid on myself by replaying last night’s collection of zeros and instead wander off to the kitchen and consume half a cantaloup as I contemplate our slow slide under .500.
.I hate the ghost runner.
I like the pitch clock.
I didn’t think I would but I’ve grown to love the electronic umpire. In fact I think we should use it for all ball/strike calls and leave it to the umpires to deal with all the rest – putouts, balks, half swings, etc.
I think baseball should ban all tightening of gloves during an at bat.
Walker simply cannot lay off that low outside pitch.
Somebody ought to invent a device similar to the anti-bark dog collar – when he swings at that pitch it shoots him a little electric shock.
I keep saying that I’ll watch one more inning and then hit the sack. But these Cardinals just keep on scoring to keep me up.
I take back what I was thinking about Gorman at the plate. He knocked one outta here to take the lead. Tip of the hat to ya NG.
If I were Ollie I would instruct all the players to wear their caps slightly askew throughout the game tonight just to see the reaction, if any, that draws from officialdom. At the very least it would piss off Eddings royally.
On the din-din front, I’m afraid I have bad news. Abandoning all French-hood this evening we went with cheeseburgers and potato chips followed by vanilla ice cream and raspberries.
Finally, let’s not let these cellar-dwelling Denverites get away with any excessive offense. Let them have the occasional single but no more.
