I LOVE this new guy. And of course I’ve always loved Patrick Bailey, but there’s something about his demeanor, his self-confidence that makes you want to believe in him. Especially during his SF Giants debut last night. His name’s Blake Snell. I didn’t know much about him but there was hype all day in the Bay Area. So he throws his first pitch, and the second and the third, all balls, and then throws three strikes in a row and the batter’s out. What a way to start a game as the newby huh?
Then it begins and it was really unbelievable. It was SO obvious it seemed intentional on the part of the umpire. His calls were SO bad it was almost comical but obviously not to the new kid, who waves to his catcher, Patrick Bailey, to come to the mound.
That was the first clue that this guy was something special. I’ve never seen a pitcher do that before. I mean, he’s standing there, glaring at the umpire (me too) and then waves his hand to Bailey like “c’mon, we need to talk” and catcher Bailey trots out to the mound like it’s a common everyday thing. This is all in the first inning or so, I can’t really remember. That umpire was way out of bounds, blind as a bat, so I was thrilled to see the pitcher take matters into his own hands.
It didn’t go too well after that. I think it was an 8-1 loss for the Giants last night. But I’m going to keep my eyes on this kid. He’s got whatever it’s called, “chutzpah” or something like that.
I found out later these two guys, the pitcher and the catcher, have a history and have played together before but it’s still a really great thing to see the comaraderie between the two. Maybe the next time Blake Snell’s in the line-up or even when he’s not, they’ll line up a really good home plate umpire for the game. Most of them are johnny on the spot so it’s not an issue and besides life’s too short for the woulda, coulda, shoulda’s.
This blog has been a really fun thing for me. I enjoy sitting down with a cup of coffee and newspaper at my trusty little PC and jotting down random thoughts, usually of current events, but sometimes just things that inspire me or tick me off. It’s rather a form of cheap therapy I suppose. But nevertheless, after a two month hiatus, it’s taken Alex Rodriguez to get me back in the saddle.
I’ve never been a fan of A-Rod. Oh, he had the talent for sure and was drop dead gorgeous to boot, but from the beginning he always seemed a little high-hat and impressed with himself, more than the average athlete. I’ve been following this suspension saga from the beginning and, to tell you the truth, I’ve had it up to here with the onslaught of lying athletes and the boring routine of it all. First, the allegations and then the denials and finally the admissions of guilt. And that’s even before Rodriguez got involved.
again. If you could just say it isn’t so and mean it…..
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