Showing posts with label PLAY FREEBIRD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PLAY FREEBIRD. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Can't You Smell That Smell?


Oooohh that smell...Can't you smell that smell? Ooooh that smell. The smell of death surrounds yooooou!-- Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Actually, that smell is burning human flesh. Because Trevor Hoffman exited the bullpen on consecutive days and did his best gas can routine. And burned down Miller Park twice. Either that or it is Hoffman's rotting carcass. Either way.

I'm in full on panic mode. Am I overreacting? I dunno. Did I overreact to Gagne a few years back? How about Turnbow? I have a sneaking suspicion he is done.

Could he turn it around? Sure. I would be willing to bet he has gone through stretches like this before, in his 73 year career. But he wasn't 163 years old when he went through them. Sometimes, you just can't do it anymore.

The solution? I think we start with giving him "some time off" away from the closer role, to see if he can get anyone out in the 6th or 7th. If he can, then I have no problem putting him back in the 9th. But at this point, he may have already cost us a playoff spot (assuming we periodically don't just forget to hit, and assuming Soup doesn't magically "earn" his spot back). Give someone else a shot.

The reality? Macha will not let anyone else close unless Melvin puts Hoffman on the DL with some type of mysterious ailment. Macha is extremely old school, and treats veterans with WAY too much respect at times. I just can't fathom how much worse it can get. I mean, say what you want about Turnbow, at least he had a high 90s fastball (although he rarely got it over the plate). Hoffman hardly even throws his change, and when he does it is not a strike. Then he grooves a 82 mph fastball over the middle of the plate, and it lands 450 feet away.


Just not happy at all.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Coco! Coco!

Just a quick aside. I watched the last "Tonight Show with Conan" last night. It was pretty entertaining. I've always enjoyed Conan. The ending of the show was ridiculous and fitting. Truthfully, I think if someone landed from Mars and wanted to know what Conan was about, I would either show him this clip, or the "Masturbating Bear". I didn't realize he could play the shit out of a guitar. Now I can go back to ignoring late night TV.

One last thing, I want to thank Creighton for scheduling one of their 5 to 10 games I can actually watch, right smack dab in the middle of the NFC Championship Game. Fuck. You.