Among other texts, you sent the following at 10:49 central daylight:
Today, we have a desert HotCut.
Specifically, it is Corey Kluber for Cleveland opposed by Patrick Corbin for the Diamondbacks. We are watching Tigers hosting Red Sox. You have watched five different games so far. You are telling me you are going to try and watch some of all 15 games today, except Seattle because of the blackout restrictions. You called the Yankee lineup "a poopooplatter deluxe." The Red Sox lineup includes Steve Selsky, Sandy Leon, That Chris Young, Panda. I was going to put Mitch Moreland in there but he just put a competent swing on one to slightly left center for an RBI double. It's 2-2 after two and a half in Detroit.
B says you sent her a text about the Pirate uniforms—was that meant for me?—so I have pulled up that game the check them out. I like them, they're different, throwing back to the seventies. If there's one element I don't like it's the tops; I like the hats and the pants.
I'm jumping around on games, too. I like those Sunday Astros home uniforms. Reddick caught stealing, on further review. Washington at Philly. Murphy singles. Adam Lind is very clean-shaven except for a gnarly ZZ Top-style chin-beard. César Hernández, playing a deep second makes the play, 4-3.
Strasburg looks fine. B is calling the Pirate hats "ridiculous," "atrocious," and "the worst hats ever." Freeman goes over the wall. He's heating up. He stole a bag today, too. The White Sox now join the party with throwbacks. Ervin Santana deals to Melky. Santana has retired five in a row, working quickly.
Cardinals, like the bird, are tearing it up at Augusta. They are louder than one would be right outside the window. Could this be Sergio's first major win? I'll not draw it out. If I'm still awake and clear-headed enough later I'll update. I'm not pulling for anyone in particular—I'm in it for the green of the course, the pink of the azaleas, and the bright chorus of the cardinals at work in the background.
I had the 'Cut on only for a 'hot minute'. I'm not sure if I've employed that colloquialism correctly. My heart is at the Masters. I'm on my second tonic: first gin, now vodka. I've got my feet propped up on this sturdy foam wedge that belonged to my grandmother's sister. My mom's cousin gave it to her when she (my mom's cousin) was cleaning out her deceased mother's house in Okawville. She then told my mom that my mom "had to take it." I snagged it at Thanksgiving, around the time my left big toe began to whine at me. My feet feel better at elevation.
Sergio is still in the lead. What I saw in the 'Cut was Corbin getting Kluber to fly out. Kluber was ready to get the at-bat over with. B reports that the Cardinals lost "zero to eight." Egads. They lose two of three to the B-division Reds, at home. Sean Feldman and Amir Garrett. I see the stonework on a bridge at The Masters. I have grown to appreciate stonework. I harken back to that stone wall by your place in PDX that the guy put together making cut after cut, eschewing mortar. I want to do something like that someday. I've got to get my eyes on that wall again, take a photo.
I'm back in the desert and it's Kluber back at the plate. Austin Jackson just whiffed. Gomes is on first. Chase Field looks like a lunar ballpark, in the year 2127. Kluber singles to center. Carlos Santana now. He falls 6-4-3. ... Through five innings it's still 2-0 SNAKES. I am guessing you thought Kluber would be on the winning end of that score opposite Corbin but maybe I'm just projecting. That's baseball, that's life, cue the cheesy music.
Corbin is taller than I realiZed. Six starts in a row for D'Backs starters reaching the sixth inning. Snakes on a roll! Man, I can't wait until they play the Reds. I trust you remember but there was a time late last year when you were watching the day's action—or the night's action—and somehow you ended up on Snakes-Reds (because of Votto?). You texted me along the lines of, "I'm not sure how but I've jumped the shark and I'm watching Reds-Snakes."
*FACTOID ALERT* Dave McKay was the starting third baseman for the Toronto Blue Jays in the first game they ever played (exhibition). Steve Berthiaume is full of these factoids. I like them. Bob Brenly isn't so bad either. Remember Jeannie Zelasko? Where is she now?
Sergio eagles 15 and he and Rose are tied at -9 headed to 16. The crowd and the cardinals are going nuts. Verne Lundquist has the call at 16. I've always liked him—all business. No schtick, I don't know the first thing about him. Golf, college football, college basketball—he has been a great broadcaster. "What a day," he says.
Hole 18 was chaos. It's tied, it's a Masters Bridge, a Ben Hogan Bridge. Rose had it, Sergio had it.
It's getting late here early for me. Howie and Josh talking Mets game on MLB audio. Syndergaard is up to bat. After 2 1/2, Mets 3 - Marlins 0. Syndergaard has fanned five of six. Reyes is 1-for-21 to start the year. Foul ball down the line.
I would rather write here than read. Noah allows a double to Derek Dietrich. That might've been the first hit. Mets broadcast talks April no-hitters: Clay Buchholz and Jack Morris. A ball to Céspedes turns into a circus, E-7, second and third, nobody out.
Today, we have a desert HotCut.
Specifically, it is Corey Kluber for Cleveland opposed by Patrick Corbin for the Diamondbacks. We are watching Tigers hosting Red Sox. You have watched five different games so far. You are telling me you are going to try and watch some of all 15 games today, except Seattle because of the blackout restrictions. You called the Yankee lineup "a poopooplatter deluxe." The Red Sox lineup includes Steve Selsky, Sandy Leon, That Chris Young, Panda. I was going to put Mitch Moreland in there but he just put a competent swing on one to slightly left center for an RBI double. It's 2-2 after two and a half in Detroit.
B says you sent her a text about the Pirate uniforms—was that meant for me?—so I have pulled up that game the check them out. I like them, they're different, throwing back to the seventies. If there's one element I don't like it's the tops; I like the hats and the pants.
I'm jumping around on games, too. I like those Sunday Astros home uniforms. Reddick caught stealing, on further review. Washington at Philly. Murphy singles. Adam Lind is very clean-shaven except for a gnarly ZZ Top-style chin-beard. César Hernández, playing a deep second makes the play, 4-3.
Strasburg looks fine. B is calling the Pirate hats "ridiculous," "atrocious," and "the worst hats ever." Freeman goes over the wall. He's heating up. He stole a bag today, too. The White Sox now join the party with throwbacks. Ervin Santana deals to Melky. Santana has retired five in a row, working quickly.
Cardinals, like the bird, are tearing it up at Augusta. They are louder than one would be right outside the window. Could this be Sergio's first major win? I'll not draw it out. If I'm still awake and clear-headed enough later I'll update. I'm not pulling for anyone in particular—I'm in it for the green of the course, the pink of the azaleas, and the bright chorus of the cardinals at work in the background.
I had the 'Cut on only for a 'hot minute'. I'm not sure if I've employed that colloquialism correctly. My heart is at the Masters. I'm on my second tonic: first gin, now vodka. I've got my feet propped up on this sturdy foam wedge that belonged to my grandmother's sister. My mom's cousin gave it to her when she (my mom's cousin) was cleaning out her deceased mother's house in Okawville. She then told my mom that my mom "had to take it." I snagged it at Thanksgiving, around the time my left big toe began to whine at me. My feet feel better at elevation.
Sergio is still in the lead. What I saw in the 'Cut was Corbin getting Kluber to fly out. Kluber was ready to get the at-bat over with. B reports that the Cardinals lost "zero to eight." Egads. They lose two of three to the B-division Reds, at home. Sean Feldman and Amir Garrett. I see the stonework on a bridge at The Masters. I have grown to appreciate stonework. I harken back to that stone wall by your place in PDX that the guy put together making cut after cut, eschewing mortar. I want to do something like that someday. I've got to get my eyes on that wall again, take a photo.
I'm back in the desert and it's Kluber back at the plate. Austin Jackson just whiffed. Gomes is on first. Chase Field looks like a lunar ballpark, in the year 2127. Kluber singles to center. Carlos Santana now. He falls 6-4-3. ... Through five innings it's still 2-0 SNAKES. I am guessing you thought Kluber would be on the winning end of that score opposite Corbin but maybe I'm just projecting. That's baseball, that's life, cue the cheesy music.
Corbin is taller than I realiZed. Six starts in a row for D'Backs starters reaching the sixth inning. Snakes on a roll! Man, I can't wait until they play the Reds. I trust you remember but there was a time late last year when you were watching the day's action—or the night's action—and somehow you ended up on Snakes-Reds (because of Votto?). You texted me along the lines of, "I'm not sure how but I've jumped the shark and I'm watching Reds-Snakes."
*FACTOID ALERT* Dave McKay was the starting third baseman for the Toronto Blue Jays in the first game they ever played (exhibition). Steve Berthiaume is full of these factoids. I like them. Bob Brenly isn't so bad either. Remember Jeannie Zelasko? Where is she now?
Sergio eagles 15 and he and Rose are tied at -9 headed to 16. The crowd and the cardinals are going nuts. Verne Lundquist has the call at 16. I've always liked him—all business. No schtick, I don't know the first thing about him. Golf, college football, college basketball—he has been a great broadcaster. "What a day," he says.
Hole 18 was chaos. It's tied, it's a Masters Bridge, a Ben Hogan Bridge. Rose had it, Sergio had it.
It's getting late here early for me. Howie and Josh talking Mets game on MLB audio. Syndergaard is up to bat. After 2 1/2, Mets 3 - Marlins 0. Syndergaard has fanned five of six. Reyes is 1-for-21 to start the year. Foul ball down the line.
I would rather write here than read. Noah allows a double to Derek Dietrich. That might've been the first hit. Mets broadcast talks April no-hitters: Clay Buchholz and Jack Morris. A ball to Céspedes turns into a circus, E-7, second and third, nobody out.
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