June 8th, 2009


The Monday Morning Long-Snapper

11 Days, 11 hours, 26 minutes. Let's just get that out of the way right now. Vegas Baby, the momentum is building ... I'm going to be a huge pile of open live wires in about 11 Days, 11 hours, and 25 minutes.

Right now, I'm just kinda hungry. And trying to stay awake even though I got a shit ton of sleep yesterday.

I'm popping two of these non-drowsy allergy pills almost every morning now. For some reason, the weekend spared me, but today I awoke sneezing like all giddyup. Not recommended.

I was supposed to hang out with Big Iain last night, since he's in town for just a few days and last night was the only day he could hang with non-family ... but he has this habit of scheduling things on nights where I have to work the next day, in Fremont. It's hard as hell for me to get up to Fremont, usually involving a lot of freeway time, getting lost, and spending twenty minutes looking for parking. Plus, it doesn't help when I take a nap around 5pm and subsequently end up sleeping all the way through the night.

I did get to see quite a bit of the M's series winning game yesterday afternoon. Here are my thoughts on Erik Bedard, because I know everyone in the world wants to know what my thoughts are on Erik Bedard:

The knock on him is that he doesn't go long in games. I think someone said on the radio yesterday that he's only got one game this year where he went 7 innings or more. A lot of times, he'll go 5, and he seems to hit a self-imposed wall right at 100 pitches.

Here's the deal: would you like a pitcher of his calibre to go 7-8 innings a night? Of course you would. But, he's not that kind of pitcher. He's not Greg Maddux, he's not Jaime Moyer. He doesn't pitch to contact. He pitches to avoid. I'm not saying he's the greatest strikeout pitcher in the world, but he's not up there with the intention of getting the batter to roll over on the first pitch. If that happens, all the better, but no, that usually won't be the case.

He's there to set up the hitter to fail. Burn one on the outside corner, miss up and in with a heater. Paint the inside with a curve ball, slam a curveball in the dirt. One more high fastball in hopes to get the batter to chase, another less-high fastball fouled off. You'll see at bats all the time with him that are like this. Lots of pitches, lots of doing anything at all costs to NOT throw a ball right down the middle.

The bottom line is, the guy gets results. He's an absolute BULLDOG on the mound. Sure, he'll put two runners on with no outs from time to time, but 7 times out of 10 he'll walk off the mound at the end of the inning with no runners having scored. I would MUCH rather have a guy who goes 5 innings and only gives up 1 run as opposed to a guy who'll go 8 innings and give up 4.

Now, granted, you can't have a full rotation of 5-inning starters, that would be rediculous. Your bullpen would be decimated. But, figure it this way, if the guy goes 5 and gives up 1 every once in a while, that's just more work for your long-reliever who, traditionally, doesn't get much work anyway.

I dunno, that's just my two cents.

I ended up missing the beginning of the game anyway, since I ended up sleeping in until 1pm. Good lord did we have a time on Saturday. Playing cards, drinking beers, making podcasts, playing more cards, eating pizza. My brother and his girlfriend got a new apartment in Northgate. Good times.

The Hammer and I came up from Tacoma where I opted to spend the night on Friday because I had to return his tent and clean out my car. Had lunch with my mom, grandma, and aunt on Saturday. Watched another go-around of Conan on the Tonight Show on Friday. Had happy hour with work people after work on Friday.

Yes yes, another week is upon us. 11 days, 11 hours, 4 minutes to go ...