Baseball, and whatnot
Baseball, and whatnot
Wandered to Knoxville yesterday to catch the University of Tennessee baseball team's home opener. Due to predicted inclement weather, the opener became a double header. We'd have stayed for two, except that Steven was hungry, and I forgot my gloves.
Still, I enjoyed it. Any baseball is good. I've paid as little attention to the offseason news and notes as I have at any point in my baseball fandom. Don't know why I've just turned a blind eye to the whole baseball thing, but I have. So, it was cool to come in and just enjoy a baseball game.
Tennessee won the opener 3-2, but not without a Rod Beck like performance from Tennessee's reliever in the ninth.
It was a game of a couple disillusionments.
Saw a kid cheat at the bat race. You know, the race where two people get called down onto the field between innings, put their foreheads on the end of a baseball bat, and twirl around until dizzy? One of the little kids didn't put his head on the bat. He kinda put his chin on the bat, but he was facing upright, and it wasn't enough to disrupt his equilibrium. Dammit. He won the race. Handily. When we all know that the point of the bat race...it's not whether you win or lose, it's how dizzy you get.
Also: We suspect that Joe ruined a no-hitter. Tennessee carried a no-hitter through four innings. Joe made an offhand comment about it. First pitch of the very next inning scooted down the rightfield line.
We watched a bit of the second game, but there was cold and hunger to deal with....
Headed to the Half Barrel down on the strip. Drank a couple beers. Had a really good Black and Bleu burger. Found further disillusionment with the fact that the great majority of those we ask think first of Horse Racing when they hear "Triple Crown."
As if abusing a horse to make it run faster is a greater achievement than leading your league in batting, homers and RBI. As friggin' if.
There was other talk. Me getting to take down a beer vendor at work. A former acquaintance's use of a catheter. A long discussion as to whether tennis was a sport. An invitation for immediate battle chess. And we were stymied with bar tricks.
If you're up that way, I recommend it. If you're looking for a good beer or two. Try the Rogue Dead Man. Very tasty. And you can't go wrong with the Yeti, for a stout.
Anyway. That's my Friday. Saturday? Mainly sulking about the lack of snow. And work. Huzzah.
Wandered to Knoxville yesterday to catch the University of Tennessee baseball team's home opener. Due to predicted inclement weather, the opener became a double header. We'd have stayed for two, except that Steven was hungry, and I forgot my gloves.
Still, I enjoyed it. Any baseball is good. I've paid as little attention to the offseason news and notes as I have at any point in my baseball fandom. Don't know why I've just turned a blind eye to the whole baseball thing, but I have. So, it was cool to come in and just enjoy a baseball game.
Tennessee won the opener 3-2, but not without a Rod Beck like performance from Tennessee's reliever in the ninth.
It was a game of a couple disillusionments.
Saw a kid cheat at the bat race. You know, the race where two people get called down onto the field between innings, put their foreheads on the end of a baseball bat, and twirl around until dizzy? One of the little kids didn't put his head on the bat. He kinda put his chin on the bat, but he was facing upright, and it wasn't enough to disrupt his equilibrium. Dammit. He won the race. Handily. When we all know that the point of the bat race...it's not whether you win or lose, it's how dizzy you get.
Also: We suspect that Joe ruined a no-hitter. Tennessee carried a no-hitter through four innings. Joe made an offhand comment about it. First pitch of the very next inning scooted down the rightfield line.
We watched a bit of the second game, but there was cold and hunger to deal with....
Headed to the Half Barrel down on the strip. Drank a couple beers. Had a really good Black and Bleu burger. Found further disillusionment with the fact that the great majority of those we ask think first of Horse Racing when they hear "Triple Crown."
As if abusing a horse to make it run faster is a greater achievement than leading your league in batting, homers and RBI. As friggin' if.
There was other talk. Me getting to take down a beer vendor at work. A former acquaintance's use of a catheter. A long discussion as to whether tennis was a sport. An invitation for immediate battle chess. And we were stymied with bar tricks.
If you're up that way, I recommend it. If you're looking for a good beer or two. Try the Rogue Dead Man. Very tasty. And you can't go wrong with the Yeti, for a stout.
Anyway. That's my Friday. Saturday? Mainly sulking about the lack of snow. And work. Huzzah.
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