This isn't a political blog. Hell, it's barely a blog at all, and what blogginess there is certainly isn't political. That said, I'm getting a little fed up with people who say Obama caved to the GOP on the tax cuts for the wealthy.
Look, the Democrats just lost the House and nearly lost the Senate. Obama has no leverage at all, and if he tried to use the lame duck Congress to push through a liberal hobby horse at this point, he'd look like a usurper, which he would be. The American people, morons that they are, have spoken, and they want the GOP agenda on tax cuts. Period. The best Obama can do in that situation is extract whatever concessions on unemployment insurance and other miscellaneous stimulus items that he can, and call it a day. He did that. He acted like a responsible person and cut the best deal available. That's why we voted for him in the first place.
What was he supposed to do? He can make a speaking tour, carpet-bomb the blogosphere, go on Faux News, MSNBC, CNN, Mythbusters, and QVC for all I care and tell us how terrible the full Bush tax cuts for are for the deficit and the economy, and none of it will matter. It only takes one Senator to torpedo any legislation, and guess what? That Senator will probably be Ben Nelson, you know, the guy with the big "D" after his name. The Democrats can't even control their own caucuses, in either legislative body. How is that Obama's fault?
It isn't. Leave him alone. I promised I wouldn't cry...
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
IT'S NOT A REAL NIPPLE - BUT GO AHEAD, SUCK ON IT ANYWAY
In yet another desperate attempt to draw traffic, I posted a photo a while back of the University of Rochester's library, also called "The Nipple of Knowledge". Well, it worked! I guess. Now, the only people who ever visit my site are pervs looking for nipple photos. You want nipple photos? You got 'em!
Ooooh!
Aaaah!
That ought to tide you over for a while. Warning: they taste a bit metallic-y.
Ooooh!
Aaaah!
That ought to tide you over for a while. Warning: they taste a bit metallic-y.
Friday, October 29, 2010
BOO-LA BOO-LA! (MINUS THE -LA)
Is there anything more suffused with intemperate evil these days than Big Time College Football?
First, it's the coaches who pull up anchor and scram at the slightest increase in pay and/or prominence: Rich Rodriguez, Nick Saban, Lane Kiffin, Pete Carroll, Brian Kelly...the list is endless, as is the list of knuckleheads who think that now that he's coaching our team, he's not in it for the money.
Then it's the scumbag "runners" who supply the coaches with recruits and the recruits with cash. Reggie Bush decided to give up his Heisman Trophy without admitting any actual wrongdoing. Whatever happened, it must have been pretty bad.
Not to be outdone are the poobahs of the BCS, whose hypocrisy is more transparent than Lady Gaga's latest stage costume. Hmmm, looks like the best team in the country, Boise State, will once again get screwed out of a chance at the national championship. Try again next year, fellas! Maybe in 30 years, you'll have the aura and prestige (and buckets of major conference cash) of Missouri or Oregon, and we'll let you in.
Now, we hear of the story of 20-year-old Declan Sullivan, who was gamely doing his job filming Notre Dame practices on a scissor-lift thirty or forty feet above the outdoor practice facility in South Bend during a record-setting wind-storm. Winds were gusting over 50 miles per hour, and barometric pressures were the lowest ever recorded in that part of the country. Fighting Irish Coach Brian Kelly, one of the aforementioned money-grabbers who had left his Cincinnati recruits for a shot at raking in a piece of NBC Sports' lucre, nevertheless decided that he couldn't bear practicing indoors, even on such a miserable day. He ordered Sullivan and his camera up the lift to record whatever inconsequential things players do on a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of a mediocre season. Sullivan tweeted, only half-jokingly, "I guess I've lived long enough" and then not jokingly at all, "holy fuck holy fuck this is terrifying!" before the lift finally tipped over, killing him.
As is typical, Kelly has managed to escape all accountability for this tragedy, with Notre Dame AD Jack Swarbrick saying that the weather that day was "unremarkable". Yeah, you know, except for the 50 mph winds that knocked the scissor lift over, it was a great day!
When is enough enough? The Organization Formerly Known As NCAA Division 1 Football has just about used up all of my patience, and I'm ready to write it off my sports viewing docket forever. Granted, I didn't go to a big name school with a powerhouse football program, and I really have no built-in allegiance to any of these teams, but Glorioski is this a horrible bunch of greedy thieves and crooks, and now manslaughterers (maybe not legally, but still, the kid is dead for no good reason).
I think it's time, in a perfect world, for Congress to get involved, but in this world, that's like asking a gang of Somali pirates to adjudicate a dispute between the captains of two leaking oil tankers. Probably not a good idea. But somebody has to do something.
The BCS should just split off into a separate entity, completely divorced from the NCAA and their cockamamie rules. They can retain affiliations with the schools, but nobody has to go to class or pretend to be a student. The BCS would strictly be a money-generator for the schools and themselves. The stadiums would still fill, they players would still wear the same colors, but the whole enterprise would throw off the yoke of education and all the attendant nonsense that goes with it. However - they have to live by OSHA regulations, anti-trust laws, corporate taxes, and everything else that major companies have to deal with. They would become a Fortune 500 business, free to make money any way they want within the confines of the law, providing the nation with entertaining minor league football on Saturdays, and maybe even paying the players a living wage. If they do all that, then I would have no problems with team-hopping coaches, the runners would be unnecessary, the BCS could have a playoff system, and maybe the other poor saps doing Declan Sullivan's job can stay alive.
Of course, the BCS pricks make even more money (and hide it better) by pretending to be an educational institution, so none of this will ever happen. And I'm going to stop watching, except for the Ivy League, and Boise State, my new favorite team.
First, it's the coaches who pull up anchor and scram at the slightest increase in pay and/or prominence: Rich Rodriguez, Nick Saban, Lane Kiffin, Pete Carroll, Brian Kelly...the list is endless, as is the list of knuckleheads who think that now that he's coaching our team, he's not in it for the money.
Then it's the scumbag "runners" who supply the coaches with recruits and the recruits with cash. Reggie Bush decided to give up his Heisman Trophy without admitting any actual wrongdoing. Whatever happened, it must have been pretty bad.
Not to be outdone are the poobahs of the BCS, whose hypocrisy is more transparent than Lady Gaga's latest stage costume. Hmmm, looks like the best team in the country, Boise State, will once again get screwed out of a chance at the national championship. Try again next year, fellas! Maybe in 30 years, you'll have the aura and prestige (and buckets of major conference cash) of Missouri or Oregon, and we'll let you in.
Now, we hear of the story of 20-year-old Declan Sullivan, who was gamely doing his job filming Notre Dame practices on a scissor-lift thirty or forty feet above the outdoor practice facility in South Bend during a record-setting wind-storm. Winds were gusting over 50 miles per hour, and barometric pressures were the lowest ever recorded in that part of the country. Fighting Irish Coach Brian Kelly, one of the aforementioned money-grabbers who had left his Cincinnati recruits for a shot at raking in a piece of NBC Sports' lucre, nevertheless decided that he couldn't bear practicing indoors, even on such a miserable day. He ordered Sullivan and his camera up the lift to record whatever inconsequential things players do on a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of a mediocre season. Sullivan tweeted, only half-jokingly, "I guess I've lived long enough" and then not jokingly at all, "holy fuck holy fuck this is terrifying!" before the lift finally tipped over, killing him.
As is typical, Kelly has managed to escape all accountability for this tragedy, with Notre Dame AD Jack Swarbrick saying that the weather that day was "unremarkable". Yeah, you know, except for the 50 mph winds that knocked the scissor lift over, it was a great day!
When is enough enough? The Organization Formerly Known As NCAA Division 1 Football has just about used up all of my patience, and I'm ready to write it off my sports viewing docket forever. Granted, I didn't go to a big name school with a powerhouse football program, and I really have no built-in allegiance to any of these teams, but Glorioski is this a horrible bunch of greedy thieves and crooks, and now manslaughterers (maybe not legally, but still, the kid is dead for no good reason).
I think it's time, in a perfect world, for Congress to get involved, but in this world, that's like asking a gang of Somali pirates to adjudicate a dispute between the captains of two leaking oil tankers. Probably not a good idea. But somebody has to do something.
The BCS should just split off into a separate entity, completely divorced from the NCAA and their cockamamie rules. They can retain affiliations with the schools, but nobody has to go to class or pretend to be a student. The BCS would strictly be a money-generator for the schools and themselves. The stadiums would still fill, they players would still wear the same colors, but the whole enterprise would throw off the yoke of education and all the attendant nonsense that goes with it. However - they have to live by OSHA regulations, anti-trust laws, corporate taxes, and everything else that major companies have to deal with. They would become a Fortune 500 business, free to make money any way they want within the confines of the law, providing the nation with entertaining minor league football on Saturdays, and maybe even paying the players a living wage. If they do all that, then I would have no problems with team-hopping coaches, the runners would be unnecessary, the BCS could have a playoff system, and maybe the other poor saps doing Declan Sullivan's job can stay alive.
Of course, the BCS pricks make even more money (and hide it better) by pretending to be an educational institution, so none of this will ever happen. And I'm going to stop watching, except for the Ivy League, and Boise State, my new favorite team.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
SEVEN AND DONE
Games, that is. The Gunslingers were bounced out of the playoffs by the mighty Mammoths in seven agonizing games. The Mammoths had a 3 games to 1 lead, and were leading in Game Five by a score of 4-0 in the bottom of the ninth inning at one stage. Aaron Hill hit a 3-run shot to make it interesting, and then after a walk, Carlos Quentin made his only playoff plate appearance count with a put-the-champagne-back-in-the-case two-run homer to send the series back to the Mammoths home park (San Francisco's AT&T Park) for Game Six. Talk about the walking dead.
We won Game Six by a 9-7 score after some shaky work by Darren Oliver in the 9th inning made a 9-3 game get uncomfortably close. Game Seven was all Timmy Lincecum, though. The Freak shut us out 1-0, and it wasn't even that close. So, the better team won, as it should have, but it was a fun, wacky, series. Manager Bill Lee was proud of the boys, saying, "I think they just really wanted to get back to California for some more medical marijuana. I know I did."
Oh, and I'm naming my blogs posts from the frozen North "TCP's Alaska". They ought to have less carnage than Sarah Palin's Alaska, and definitely less unprotected sex with 20-year-old girls, although I can always hope.
We won Game Six by a 9-7 score after some shaky work by Darren Oliver in the 9th inning made a 9-3 game get uncomfortably close. Game Seven was all Timmy Lincecum, though. The Freak shut us out 1-0, and it wasn't even that close. So, the better team won, as it should have, but it was a fun, wacky, series. Manager Bill Lee was proud of the boys, saying, "I think they just really wanted to get back to California for some more medical marijuana. I know I did."
Oh, and I'm naming my blogs posts from the frozen North "TCP's Alaska". They ought to have less carnage than Sarah Palin's Alaska, and definitely less unprotected sex with 20-year-old girls, although I can always hope.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
WHY?
Well, I'm in Alaska, working the night shift. Sounds like a bad country and western song, but it has somehow become my life, hence the question in the title of this post. It's only temporary, so I'm told, and I'll be back working the day shift again soon, but still in Alaska. The 49th state will likely be my home in the coming year. That should be weird. Maybe I'll blog about it! My Alaska Year. It should be every bit as compelling as the rest of the usual fecal matter herein.
My Strat team made the playoffs, with a 77-85 record. That was exactly the same record I had last year, which means I stopped regressing, anyway. I expect to get dispatched in short order by the Mammoths, who posted a league-best 114 wins. My opponent is a fellow charter member of the league, and it's always fun to play him on Netplay, blowout losses notwithstanding.
For the 2010 real-life season, the Gunslingers posted a .799 team OPS, with 299 homers. I decided to cut Ben Sheets, Kevin Millwood, Kenshin Kawakami, Andrew Miller, and Jamie Moyer, which left me with only three starters. Anybody I can pick off the reject pile has to better than those five guys. I should cut K-Rod based on ethical principles alone, but I need his saves.
The minor leaguers pretty much plateaued at mid-season, except for Grant Green who had a very strong finish in the Cal League. I expect the A's will move him to AA and/or AAA next season, with an eye toward a September 2011 call-up. Mike Trout should be on a similar trajectory for the Angels. We'll see what Miguel Sano can do in A-ball next year. The only pitcher who looks worth anything is Alex White, although I'm not giving up on Martin Perez. I could have picked NL batting champ Carlos Gonzalez with that pick. I blew that one.
Back to the void.
My Strat team made the playoffs, with a 77-85 record. That was exactly the same record I had last year, which means I stopped regressing, anyway. I expect to get dispatched in short order by the Mammoths, who posted a league-best 114 wins. My opponent is a fellow charter member of the league, and it's always fun to play him on Netplay, blowout losses notwithstanding.
For the 2010 real-life season, the Gunslingers posted a .799 team OPS, with 299 homers. I decided to cut Ben Sheets, Kevin Millwood, Kenshin Kawakami, Andrew Miller, and Jamie Moyer, which left me with only three starters. Anybody I can pick off the reject pile has to better than those five guys. I should cut K-Rod based on ethical principles alone, but I need his saves.
The minor leaguers pretty much plateaued at mid-season, except for Grant Green who had a very strong finish in the Cal League. I expect the A's will move him to AA and/or AAA next season, with an eye toward a September 2011 call-up. Mike Trout should be on a similar trajectory for the Angels. We'll see what Miguel Sano can do in A-ball next year. The only pitcher who looks worth anything is Alex White, although I'm not giving up on Martin Perez. I could have picked NL batting champ Carlos Gonzalez with that pick. I blew that one.
Back to the void.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
SHOWS I'M WATCHING NOW
Let's take a break from my lamentable Strat team and list the shows that I'm currently following on a weekly basis. Because.
1. Warren The Ape. Warren DeMontague was a bit player in the fabricated-American (as in puppet) comedy from the early 2000's "Greg The Bunny". In that incarnation, Warren was a failed actor and general misanthrope who regularly tormented the simple, naive Greg. In this new show, Warren is still a failed actor, but he's moved to a seedy Hollywood apartment and is filming his "comeback", and his rehab, as a reality show. The show is a satire of reality TV, rehab shows, rehab itself, and celebrity culture, and is one of the most subversive things on MTV in decades. Warren, as voiced by the brilliant Dan Milano, is a be-helmeted simian alcoholic, sex addict, drug addict, and as he poignantly discovers in one recent episode, dick. The show usually begins with Warren lying his ass off to Dr. Drew, played as straight as an arrow by Dr. Drew Pinsky himself. Warren then often attends a group session, where he mocks and disrupts the other addicts. Somehow or another, with the help of his downtrodden assistant Cecil (John Sussman, acting like Michael Cera with a Napoleon Dynamite Jew-fro), Warren gets into some horrible shenanigans where he falls off the wagon further than he ever was on it in the first place, dragging everyone around him down with him. The combination of Milano's sharp-witted and sarcastic voice and the amazing puppetry that brings Warren to life are what draw me to the show, as well the way everything is played as though talking animal puppets were a normal facet of everyday life. There are great cameos as well, by Seth Green, Corey Feldman, and others from the burgeoning "Robot Chicken" empire.
2. Louie. Louis CK has tried on numerous occasions to break into sitcoms, most recently with his short-lived HBO show "Lucky Louie", which had low production values and was filmed before a live audience to give it a "Honeymooners"-for-the-exceptionally-vulgar vibe. He's finally hit on the right tone and format with this new show, though. "Louie" is basically a series of short films based on Louis' comedy bits filmed with a single camera in various locations throughout Manhattan. Often, the vignettes within a show are not even related to each other, except maybe in tone or feeling. There is an undercurrent of despair and gloom that runs through every episode as Louie, a divorced dad, negotiates his 40-something comedian's life. Seemingly uncomplicated setups lead to surreal and at times outlandish and usually hilarious punchlines. It's been called a combination of "Seinfeld" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm", but I'm not crazy about either comparison. Louie is not about nothing - it's about loneliness and misery, and it's not meant to make you cringe, but to make you empathize.
3. Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List. Despite not being one her "gays", I love this show. There is a reason that it has won two Emmys - it's really well executed. Kathy is an engaging if crude personality with a good heart who loves her mother, is loyal to her friends, and takes good care of her employees. Her attitude toward celebrity is refreshingly healthy and honest, and she gives us priceless inside looks at the madness of Hollywood. Her little adventures are exactly what I would do if I had boatloads of syndication money, a little bit of fame, and plenty of time on my hands. I like that the producers of the show (Kathy is one) don't try to placate Kathy's ego or introduce invented drama. This is pretty much her life, and they always go for the funniest way to present it.
4. Futurama. I missed almost the entire first run of this show, and I don't really know why. Laziness mostly. Now that it is back, I'm making a point to watch it, because it is every bit as great as the best Simpsons seasons. The animation is outstanding, the writing is top-notch, and Billy West is a genius voice artist. This version of the series is relying more heavily on the relationship between Fry and Leela, voiced by Katey Sagal, but all the old favorites are back, including everyone's most beloved George Jessel-sounding crustacean, Dr. Zoidberg, and Bender (John DiMaggio), the robot that never met a vice he didn't abuse. As Richard Nixon's head in a jar would say, Ah-oooooooo!
5. Mad Men. There's not much more to say about "Mad Men" than what pretty much every TV writer working or blogging today has already written. I'm a Roger Sterling (John Slattery) guy. He's what I really tune in for every week. He's like a galloping id that gets away with saying everything I would like to say to my co-workers, plus he gets all the gin and women he wants. And then there is Joan, played by Christina Hendricks. No more towering a figure of femininity has ever been written for stage or screen, except maybe Uma Thurman's Beatrice Kiddo, but that was a whole other kind of femininity. Joan is sweeter, softer, rounder, and yet somehow just as steely and capable. It's a great show, and I'm glad to be able to bask in it every Sunday night.
1. Warren The Ape. Warren DeMontague was a bit player in the fabricated-American (as in puppet) comedy from the early 2000's "Greg The Bunny". In that incarnation, Warren was a failed actor and general misanthrope who regularly tormented the simple, naive Greg. In this new show, Warren is still a failed actor, but he's moved to a seedy Hollywood apartment and is filming his "comeback", and his rehab, as a reality show. The show is a satire of reality TV, rehab shows, rehab itself, and celebrity culture, and is one of the most subversive things on MTV in decades. Warren, as voiced by the brilliant Dan Milano, is a be-helmeted simian alcoholic, sex addict, drug addict, and as he poignantly discovers in one recent episode, dick. The show usually begins with Warren lying his ass off to Dr. Drew, played as straight as an arrow by Dr. Drew Pinsky himself. Warren then often attends a group session, where he mocks and disrupts the other addicts. Somehow or another, with the help of his downtrodden assistant Cecil (John Sussman, acting like Michael Cera with a Napoleon Dynamite Jew-fro), Warren gets into some horrible shenanigans where he falls off the wagon further than he ever was on it in the first place, dragging everyone around him down with him. The combination of Milano's sharp-witted and sarcastic voice and the amazing puppetry that brings Warren to life are what draw me to the show, as well the way everything is played as though talking animal puppets were a normal facet of everyday life. There are great cameos as well, by Seth Green, Corey Feldman, and others from the burgeoning "Robot Chicken" empire.
2. Louie. Louis CK has tried on numerous occasions to break into sitcoms, most recently with his short-lived HBO show "Lucky Louie", which had low production values and was filmed before a live audience to give it a "Honeymooners"-for-the-exceptionally-vulgar vibe. He's finally hit on the right tone and format with this new show, though. "Louie" is basically a series of short films based on Louis' comedy bits filmed with a single camera in various locations throughout Manhattan. Often, the vignettes within a show are not even related to each other, except maybe in tone or feeling. There is an undercurrent of despair and gloom that runs through every episode as Louie, a divorced dad, negotiates his 40-something comedian's life. Seemingly uncomplicated setups lead to surreal and at times outlandish and usually hilarious punchlines. It's been called a combination of "Seinfeld" and "Curb Your Enthusiasm", but I'm not crazy about either comparison. Louie is not about nothing - it's about loneliness and misery, and it's not meant to make you cringe, but to make you empathize.
3. Kathy Griffin: My Life On The D-List. Despite not being one her "gays", I love this show. There is a reason that it has won two Emmys - it's really well executed. Kathy is an engaging if crude personality with a good heart who loves her mother, is loyal to her friends, and takes good care of her employees. Her attitude toward celebrity is refreshingly healthy and honest, and she gives us priceless inside looks at the madness of Hollywood. Her little adventures are exactly what I would do if I had boatloads of syndication money, a little bit of fame, and plenty of time on my hands. I like that the producers of the show (Kathy is one) don't try to placate Kathy's ego or introduce invented drama. This is pretty much her life, and they always go for the funniest way to present it.
4. Futurama. I missed almost the entire first run of this show, and I don't really know why. Laziness mostly. Now that it is back, I'm making a point to watch it, because it is every bit as great as the best Simpsons seasons. The animation is outstanding, the writing is top-notch, and Billy West is a genius voice artist. This version of the series is relying more heavily on the relationship between Fry and Leela, voiced by Katey Sagal, but all the old favorites are back, including everyone's most beloved George Jessel-sounding crustacean, Dr. Zoidberg, and Bender (John DiMaggio), the robot that never met a vice he didn't abuse. As Richard Nixon's head in a jar would say, Ah-oooooooo!
5. Mad Men. There's not much more to say about "Mad Men" than what pretty much every TV writer working or blogging today has already written. I'm a Roger Sterling (John Slattery) guy. He's what I really tune in for every week. He's like a galloping id that gets away with saying everything I would like to say to my co-workers, plus he gets all the gin and women he wants. And then there is Joan, played by Christina Hendricks. No more towering a figure of femininity has ever been written for stage or screen, except maybe Uma Thurman's Beatrice Kiddo, but that was a whole other kind of femininity. Joan is sweeter, softer, rounder, and yet somehow just as steely and capable. It's a great show, and I'm glad to be able to bask in it every Sunday night.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
ALL-STAR BREAK STATS
We're at the mythical mid-season point, so how are we doing? The stats look like this:
BATTERS (Change Display Statistics)
| Name | AVG | OBP | SLG | OPS | AB | R | H | RBI | HR | CS | SB | TB | BB |
| Bobby Abreu | .257 | .351 | .414 | .765 | 331 | 50 | 85 | 47 | 10 | 6 | 15 | 137 | 49 |
| Miguel Cabrera | .346 | .423 | .651 | 1.074 | 312 | 64 | 108 | 77 | 22 | 3 | 2 | 203 | 43 |
| Kosuke Fukudome | .252 | .347 | .414 | .762 | 222 | 28 | 56 | 26 | 8 | 4 | 4 | 92 | 34 |
| Adrian Gonzalez | .301 | .397 | .533 | .930 | 319 | 49 | 96 | 56 | 18 | 0 | 0 | 170 | 51 |
| Aaron Hill | .189 | .272 | .359 | .631 | 281 | 33 | 53 | 33 | 12 | 0 | 1 | 101 | 28 |
| Russell Martin | .244 | .346 | .332 | .679 | 283 | 43 | 69 | 22 | 5 | 2 | 6 | 94 | 42 |
| Hunter Pence | .263 | .316 | .427 | .743 | 323 | 47 | 85 | 40 | 12 | 5 | 11 | 138 | 25 |
| Carlos Quentin | .244 | .344 | .523 | .867 | 262 | 48 | 64 | 61 | 19 | 0 | 0 | 137 | 29 |
| Alexei Ramirez | .274 | .306 | .408 | .714 | 299 | 33 | 82 | 33 | 8 | 6 | 3 | 122 | 14 |
| Justin Smoak | .206 | .311 | .346 | .657 | 243 | 29 | 50 | 34 | 8 | 0 | 1 | 84 | 38 |
| Chris Snyder | .240 | .355 | .448 | .803 | 183 | 21 | 44 | 31 | 10 | 0 | 0 | 82 | 32 |
| Andres Torres | .281 | .378 | .483 | .861 | 263 | 46 | 74 | 29 | 7 | 4 | 17 | 127 | 40 |
| Juan Uribe | .251 | .320 | .438 | .758 | 283 | 39 | 71 | 50 | 12 | 2 | 1 | 124 | 29 |
| David Wright | .314 | .392 | .532 | .924 | 325 | 52 | 102 | 65 | 14 | 7 | 15 | 173 | 45 |
| TOTAL | .264 | .349 | .454 | .803 | 3,929 | 582 | 1,039 | 604 | 165 | 39 | 76 | 1784 | 499 |
PITCHERS (Change Display Statistics)
| Name | AVG | OBP | SLG | OPS | G | GS | IP | W | L | SV | SO | ERA | WHIP | BS | Hold | R | ER | PA | AB | H | HR | TB | BB | UBB | IBB | HBP | SF | SH | DP | H9 | SO9 | HR9 |
| Mark Buehrle | .297 | .339 | .424 | .763 | 18 | 18 | 110.3 | 8 | 7 | 0 | 51 | 4.24 | 1.43 | 0 | 0 | 56 | 52 | 470 | 434 | 129 | 10 | 184 | 29 | 29 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 4 | 13 | 10.52 | 4.16 | 0.82 |
| Luke Gregerson | .154 | .206 | .289 | .495 | 42 | 0 | 43.3 | 3 | 5 | 1 | 53 | 2.91 | 0.74 | 3 | 19 | 15 | 14 | 161 | 149 | 23 | 4 | 43 | 9 | 8 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 4.78 | 11.01 | 0.83 |
| Kenshin Kawakami | .271 | .326 | .458 | .784 | 15 | 15 | 82.3 | 1 | 9 | 0 | 57 | 4.48 | 1.40 | 0 | 0 | 48 | 41 | 362 | 321 | 87 | 9 | 147 | 28 | 20 | 8 | 1 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 9.51 | 6.23 | 0.98 |
| Nick Masset | .292 | .373 | .442 | .814 | 45 | 0 | 39.3 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 44 | 5.26 | 1.65 | 1 | 9 | 24 | 23 | 180 | 154 | 45 | 5 | 68 | 20 | 17 | 3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 10.30 | 10.07 | 1.14 |
| Brian Matusz | .273 | .338 | .417 | .756 | 18 | 18 | 103.7 | 3 | 9 | 0 | 80 | 4.77 | 1.45 | 0 | 0 | 59 | 55 | 460 | 410 | 112 | 12 | 171 | 38 | 37 | 1 | 4 | 3 | 5 | 5 | 9.72 | 6.95 | 1.04 |
| Jose Mijares | .243 | .293 | .429 | .722 | 25 | 0 | 18.7 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 14 | 2.41 | 1.18 | 0 | 6 | 7 | 5 | 76 | 70 | 17 | 3 | 30 | 5 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 8.20 | 6.75 | 1.45 |
| Kevin Millwood | .307 | .361 | .493 | .854 | 18 | 18 | 107.7 | 2 | 8 | 0 | 84 | 5.77 | 1.58 | 0 | 0 | 75 | 69 | 483 | 440 | 135 | 20 | 217 | 35 | 34 | 1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 10 | 11.28 | 7.02 | 1.67 |
| Jamie Moyer | .234 | .275 | .414 | .689 | 17 | 17 | 107.7 | 9 | 8 | 0 | 62 | 4.51 | 1.08 | 0 | 0 | 58 | 54 | 439 | 411 | 96 | 18 | 170 | 20 | 20 | 0 | 4 | 1 | 3 | 7 | 8.02 | 5.18 | 1.50 |
| Darren Oliver | .191 | .257 | .282 | .539 | 39 | 0 | 39.7 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 43 | 1.36 | 0.88 | 2 | 10 | 7 | 6 | 146 | 131 | 25 | 2 | 37 | 10 | 7 | 3 | 2 | 1 | 2 | 8 | 5.67 | 9.76 | 0.45 |
| Ramon Ramirez | .259 | .313 | .481 | .795 | 37 | 0 | 35.7 | 0 | 2 | 1 | 24 | 4.79 | 1.32 | 0 | 3 | 19 | 19 | 152 | 135 | 35 | 6 | 65 | 12 | 11 | 1 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 2 | 8.83 | 6.06 | 1.51 |
| Francisco Rodriguez | .235 | .312 | .337 | .649 | 42 | 0 | 44.0 | 2 | 2 | 21 | 53 | 2.45 | 1.27 | 4 | 0 | 12 | 12 | 186 | 166 | 39 | 3 | 56 | 17 | 15 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 7.98 | 10.84 | 0.61 |
| Jonathan Sanchez | .214 | .317 | .333 | .650 | 18 | 18 | 103.7 | 7 | 6 | 0 | 104 | 3.47 | 1.29 | 0 | 0 | 46 | 40 | 440 | 378 | 81 | 9 | 126 | 53 | 52 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 4 | 8 | 7.03 | 9.03 | 0.78 |
| Ben Sheets | .266 | .328 | .486 | .814 | 19 | 19 | 112.7 | 4 | 8 | 0 | 82 | 4.63 | 1.39 | 0 | 0 | 63 | 58 | 483 | 436 | 116 | 17 | 212 | 41 | 39 | 2 | 0 | 2 | 3 | 7 | 9.27 | 6.55 | 1.36 |
| TOTAL | .259 | .320 | .420 | .740 | 353 | 123 | 948.7 | 43 | 67 | 25 | 751 | 4.25 | 1.33 | 10 | 47 | 489 | 448 | 4,038 | 3,635 | 940 | 118 | 1526 | 317 | 294 | 23 | 22 | 25 | 38 | 76 | 8.92 | 7.12 | 1.12 |
Miguel Cabrera may win the Triple Crown, and perennial stars David Wright and Adrian Gonzalez are comfortably in the .900's in OPS. Carlos Quentin is apparently healthy (until he isn't, which shouldn't be long) and has hit six homers in his last four games. The biggest pleasant surprise is Andres Torres. He's taking playing time away from several other Giants outfielders and is displaying skills that a 32-year-old journeyman should not have. He's hit as many homers in 77 games as he hit in over twice that many games during his first five seasons in the Majors. He's also done the same trick with stolen bases. If that's steroids, those are some damned good steroids.
The rest of the hitters are a mixed bag. Bobby Abreu is a shell of his former self, and may decline right out of baseball by next year. Hunter Pence is about where you would expect him to be, although I thought he'd have more homers. Kosuke Fukudome has turned into a glacier after a hot start. Aaron Hill is battling hamstring problems and can only contribute the odd homer now and again. Russell Martin became old very fast. Alexei Ramirez still has some pop, but he never walks, and he needs to hit .300 to be useful, not .274. Justin Smoak has drifted off to Seattle in the Rangers' Rent Cliff Lee trade. I'm not so sure this will work out well for Smoaky in such a punishing hitting environment. Chris Snyder is back to spot duty since Miguel Montero got healthy. I wish some other team would give this guy the 350 AB's he deserves. Juan Uribe is tapering off rapidly back to reality after a good start.
The hitting is actually the good news in this report. Luke Gregerson is emerging as a superstar, and Darren Oliver is the best 40-year-old in anybody's bullpen, after maybe Arthur Rhodes. Jose Mijares is getting lefties out, when he isn't on bereavement or seeing double. It's all pretty bad after that. Mark Buehrle usually has good second halfves, and I need that from him badly. Kenshin Kawakami has been relegated to the pen. Nick Masset is somebody else's problem. Brian Matusz is starting to figure it out very slowly, and his peripherals aren't that bad. Kevin Millwood is toast. Jamie Moyer is a guy I almost have to keep, because his WHIP is so good, but man, those HR's allowed are outrageous. Ramon Ramirez is another fungible reliever that will not make my 2011 squad. Jonathan Sanchez continues to tantalize and drive me crazy. Ben Sheets may end up a Met before too long, which would be just like Omar Minaya.
This is a losing team as constituted. I'm going to have to do a lot of work to get this team even to .500. Ugh.
The Minors aren't going to provide much immediate help, it seems. The closest guy to a call-up is Alex White, and he's not considered a "hot" prospect because he doesn't throw 99 mph or have hellacious breaking stuff. Martin Perez is right where a 19-year-old in AA would be expected to be, struggling mightily. The second half will be very important for him. Mike Trout won't see the light of day in Anaheim for three years no matter how great he is because that is how the Angels roll. Grant Green is a pretty good hitter for a SS, but he can't actually play SS, so that is a big problem. Chris Withrow hasn't impressed anyone, but people still consider him a prospect, for some reason. Aaron Crow is terrible. Miguel Sano could be great, but I'll have to wait another two years to really see how great he might be. Christian Colon will have to get by on makeup and leadership skills, because he doesn't look like any kind of naturally gifted hitter.
In the 2010 replay, I'm one game behind the Hobos for first place, despite a 40-43 record. That record puts me exactly one game ahead of the Madmen for the fourth and final playoff spot. It's not a good enough result to really be buyers on the trade market, but any kind of playoff spot is great for me, and I hate to start selling off and miss a chance like that. I'm stuck in the middle, which is where I've been for years. Suits me, I guess.
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