Running shutouts

At work tonight, I peeked at the tv every time I walked through the bar for a score on the Pirates game. Finally around 1-130 I am treated to the full recap on Baseball Tonight. Two strikeouts looking at pitches that looked pretty damn good--and neither by Adam LaRoche! Then, Adam LaRoche, but he earns the forward K. Then Ichiro's at bat, fouling off all those balls to get to JVB finally. The tv set was too far to see the score, but the winner was obvious, and a shutout likely. And as you know by now, it did, in fact, occur. With the pitiful state of the lineup, why not have this guy get some pinch-hit at bats? The bench is garbage aside from Castillo. But then again, so is the entire organization. And the Angels sweeping us to go to 22 games over .500 while our season plunges further into darkness? Likely.

This Week's Sign of the Apocalypse

Mondesi's House reports that the Pittsburgh Pirates have a MySpace page. What a disgrace. If I could be any more disgusted of me being a Pirates fan, I would be. But after Jeff Weaver throws a complete-game shutout, three days after being shut out by Kameron Lowe, not after Kip Wells didn't walk a batter in a 7-inning, 1-run performance. And Rece Davis had to insult Pirate fans on Tuesday's 6 pm Sportscenter, claiming there was no fan base. This team doesn't deserve a fan base. This ownership group has ruined a once-proud franchise. Insult them Rece, don't insult us.

On that note, Brian Graham attended the State College Spikes home opener last night, and received a warm applause. Maybe the crowd should have been informed of Mr. Graham's and the Pirates' performance since he became director of player development in 2001. The Spikes performed about as well as the Pirates in getting shut out, 2-0. Very few balls were struck with authority and many bats were sawn off in what was probably the first in-game experience with wooden bats for a lot of guys. Moises Robles allowed only one run in 6 inning for State College and Drew Naylor threw seven scoreless for the Williamsport Crosscutters allowing for a fast and tidy pitcher's duel. A strike-em-out-throw-em-out double play ended a scoring chance for the Spikes in the fourth, and Justin Byler was unsuccessful in his try for a third hit in the eighth with the bases loaded, lining out to left to end the inning. Byler had the only Spikes' extra base hit, a double in the first where the right fielder didn't know how much room he had. Friday is Turner Ward bobblehead doll, inspired by his run through a Three Rivers Stadium fence, a top five moment in the 15-year losing streak. Somehow, I could not find a video of it.

The United States Open--Tiger Watchinig

Thanks to my dad buying week passes, I was able to attend the first three days of the U.S. Open at Oakmont 10 minutes from our house. Quite the sporting event. Everyone running around in the grass, few trees and shade in sight, but plenty of sand and high grass. I'm no more than a casual golf fan, and I'd never been to an event as a spectator, but the atmosphere there was incredible. As a sports fan, there was just a vibe you could feel. Like Tiger coming down 10 on Thursday morning (more on him later). The middle-aged guys in the 17th fairway grandstand (top row seats, $100! was their catch phrase) Saturday searching for hot girls. It was an older crowd, and females were not exempt from that.

We got to the first tee at about 7:45 Thursday morning. The grandstand and surrounding area were already filled for Tiger teeing off at 8:06, but the place to be was down the fairway near the bunkers on the left. Shade, and the destination of most players' balls. Tiger put his drive into one of those bunkers, and the destruction was on. After the group of Retief Goosen, Luke Donald and eventual winner Angel Cabrera sent their second shots to the green, we headed down that way, hung by the green for a bit then went into the 10th grandstand, a spot where you could see all of 10 with the binoculars, and some of 9. Ricky Barnes hit a nice putt for par, one of his few highlights on the way to a +15, 5 shots off the cut. Tiger failed to impress again in person. His drive was less than 5 feet from being out-of-bounds! The disastrous shot led to one of four bogeys on the day, two of which I'd seen. 10 was a tough hole (2nd hardest of the tournament), and hanging with it was daunting. Seeing from eight rows up (actually a great place to see all of the green) and how softly everyone hit their putts compared to how quickly they rolled was unbelievable. Cabrera had another strong drive, better than the more famous Donald and the Goose, but still managed only a bogey. He did notch a 69, good for second at the end of the day.



Again, we left the 10th shortly after that group. We wandered around, getting stuck between 10 and 11 for a little, finally arriving in the back right of the 18th green (from the fairway) right near the rail. We nabbed the spots when the first group, starring Ken Duke, arrived at the green and waited out the big cat. The Tiger Trailers (thanks, Dad) didn't really arrive until a hole or two before he finally arrived for the end of his round and celebrated my presence with an errant drive...again. I wasn't in any position to see it this time though, one row back at ground level. But, finally, Tiger had a good shot at par, and sunk it for a 71, a near draw with dangerous Oakmont.

Notes:

I can understand wanting to get drunk at an event like this, even so early in the morning. But when a beer is $5? It's probably just because I'm a college student, but this seems like an outrage. I'll probably pregame in my car before the game til I'm 50. I'll drive there sober, of course.
Binoculars are required material at an event like this. Without them, you'd be better off at home.
Very seamless all the way around. But where are all the people from Oakmont?
I found my new favorite British saying, courtesy the presumed (by me) dad of Nick Dougherty's caddie. Upon finishing his round with a 68 that tied for third-best of the weekend, this man said, in the British accent, "Super-real job there, Nick." Not much in print, but next time I see you I'll give you the impersonation. Eventually I'll find someone British, have them say it, and put it up here.
Anyone remember watching Tiger putt on 18? From our up-close view of the green, with Tiger and Geoff Ogilvy viewing their putts, my brother yelled, "Tiger!" He received plently of flak from the crowd around us (me included), but my aunt claims she heard someone yell Woods' name there at 18. Can anyone refute or support this?
In addition to that disturbance, a member of the Open crew decided to give directions from the catwalk of the grandstand to people below him, talking so loudly he was easily audible from the green.

Hopefully, my round 2 recap will come tomorrow.

Lots of Pickles

Big props out to Ian Snell for his stellar performance last night. Just what the Bucs needed, a way to get to our closer without involving any of the crap bullpen pitchers not named Capps, Marte or Torres. But the Pirates' incompetence on the bases overshadowed Snell's great outing. I didn't get to see Sanchez get gunned down at home in the first, so I won't offer judgment there. But let's talk about the bottom of the sixth. Xavier Nady busts out of a 1-13 slide with a homer to center. LaRoche follows up with an opposite field double, Paulino does the same. Now, Dejan Kovacevic was very critical of LaRoche for not scoring here. But if you saw the game and knew the situation (nobody out) you know that LaRoche was correct in staying close to tag out. If Ethier catches it, which he damn well looked like he was going to, Adam is on third with one out. Unfortunately, he was too slow afoot to score from second, but, second and third with none out. I'll take it.

Now all I'm thinking out of Jack is, go the other way, just like Paulino did. Nope. A piss-weak grounder right at second base. Of course, with Paulino having a lead, he was hung out to dry. Pat at WHYGAVS was furious at Ronny for this. I'm not, honestly. It was just an unfortunate place for Wilson to hit the ball in that situation. This is supposed to be Tracy's "2 hitter" who can place the ball wherever it needs to be placed, supposedly. Paulino and LaRoche did a good enough job running around like asses that only an out was made and runners were still at second and third.

Here is the major mistake. Snell's up, one out. First pitch, Dodgers expecting the squeeze, it's way outside. No go. Second pitch, Dodgers STILL expecting the squeeze (why wouldn't they be) Tracy stupidly takes the bait. Pitch is way outside, the slow-footed catcher is hung out to dry between third and home, and is easily tagged out. Runner at third, two outs, pitcher at bat. Inning essentially over, and officially over when Snell cheeses a few pitches later. Good decision Jim. Let's run the suicide squeeze with one of the slowest players on the team when the opposition clearly sees it coming. Pure genious. Not.