Thursday, September 25, 2008
Reds 6
Astros 8
W: Oswalt (17-10) | L: Cueto (9-14) | S: Valverde (43)
Roy and the boys did all they could do. A typically dominant performance by Oswalt against the Dicketies was stained by a zany 9th inning that saw a laugher turn into a save situation for Papa Grande. No matter. Save #43 was in the books and all that was left was to check the out-of-town scoreboard. Read the rest of this entry »
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Astros 5
Dickities 0
W: Wolf (12-12) | L: R. Ramirez (1-1)
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With apologies to Smithville, I was going to title this Hope Floats to promote a running theme, but that movie just sucked so fucking bad, there’s no way I could do it. Honestly, I’d still be mad at my wife for making me watch that insipid heap of shit, but she was mad enough at herself anyway, so no need to pile on. I guess if I still haven’t let it go after 10 years, there’s no reason the Smithville Chamber of Commerce would, either. Enjoy the walking tour, everyone.
Anyway… so yeah, there was a baseball game. Sorry.
Berkman targets the acquisition of Wolf, and reliever LaTroy Hawkins a week later, as the keys to the Astros’ turnaround.
“(The hurricane) certainly distracted everyone,” McLane said of the much-discussed rescheduled games.
Reds 2, Astros 1
W: Volquez (17-6) | L: Rodriguez (7-6) | S: Cordero (34)
Molony game wrap
In this must-win late season game, the home dwellers of Minute Maid Park let victory slip through their grasp as a heaping pile of baserunning blunders sunk the good ship Astros on this night, losing to the lowly Reds 2-1 and basically eliminating themselves from playoff contention. Read the rest of this entry »
By Gizzmonic
Reds (73-83) at Astros (82-73)
Minute Maid Park at Union Station • Houston, TX
Greetings, Earth people. It is I, Gizzmonic, late September callup from the depths of space! What’s that you say? The Reds are coming off a narrow victory in a makeup game against Florida? And they trashed the Brew Crew before that? But how did they get there? Let’s start with a little history…
A long time ago, in the days of the Roman Republic, there was a noble Roman named Lucius Quinticius Cincinnatus. After a distinguished career as a stateman, he retired to the countryside and became a farmer. Yet every time Rome faced a threat, the Senate voted him dictator of Rome. He reluctantly took the reins of power and stopped Rome’s enemies each time. With his overwhelming popularity and military might, he could have installed himself as emperor. But Cincinnatus only wanted to return his simple life as a farmer. Humble during his own lifetime, he is now enshrined as a model of civic virtue. Historical records are unclear as to whether he enjoyed chili tarted up with chocolate and cinnamon and dumped onto spaghetti.
A shorter time ago, the futile, flailing franchise calling themselves the Cincinnati Reds unceremoniously dumped their two biggest stars, Adam Dunn and Ken Griffey Jr., then took out a full page ad in the Cincinnati paper apologizing for their superhypermegasuckage. We all know how well those full page ad apologies work out, don’t we? However, since trading Dunn on August 12, these young Reds are a respectable 20-16 and no longer share the NL Central cellar with the bilge-ridden Pirates.
