Enjoying some lunch and reading up on coverage from last night, and came across this on Ryan Franklin’s blog:

“I just felt like I was right where I was supposed to be, and everything
was going like it should. I got Manny Ramirez out, did what I wanted
to. But something like what happened with James Loney, it happens.

I’ll take a ball hit at Matt Holliday any time. He’s going to do whatever he can.”

I never can tell, nor can I ever really believe when I’m told, when/that a player’s doing their own writing.  It was posted at a quarter past 11p so the time’s right, and despite my jokes about Franklin’s shirking of anything powered by electricity, he’s always been comfortable with video cameras.  And he’s always seemed like a man with plenty of usable gray matter between the ears.  The entire post is a short and solid read, and classy from a guy who that night got jobbed by a fielder’s error.

Then there’s ESPN’s recap of the game, which includes some refreshing honesty from Tony La Russa:

“It’s about as tough a loss as you can have, except we still have an
opportunity to play Saturday,” manager Tony La Russa said. “Right now I
think it’s important to get upset about the game that got away. We did
a lot to win that one and didn’t win it. Turn the page too quickly [sic]
means you don’t care.”

And some petulance by Adam Wainwright:

“That ball got lost in 50,000 white towels shaking in front of Matt’s
face,” Wainwright said. “It doesn’t really seem fair that an opposing
team should be able to allow their fans to shake white towels when
there’s a white baseball flying through the air. How about Dodger Blue
towels?”

How about a Cardinals-red ball?  That’d stand out even better.

While I was at Bennington there was a guy there named Lucas.  Lucas invented–or claimed to invent, anyway–two things that made meal time (all the time, really) a lot of fun.

The first was the “elbow of justice,” which I believe has its roots with Martin Luther King, Jr. but has since been extrapolated to its natural, liberal arts college physical manifestation.  Google “elbow of justice” and the first hit is a blog by the same name.  Lucas is the disembodied head in gray second-from-the-right.  I don’t think he submits to it.

The second was the “soft alarm,” which was sounded whenever necessary.  Imagine a group of folks emitting an alto-level imitation of a police siren, but slowly and with zero shriek.  “Wooooooooohhh.”

Now, then, if you’ll permit me:

Adam Wainwright: “It doesn’t really seem fair that an opposing
team should be able to allow their fans to shake white towels when
there’s a white baseball flying through the air.”
Lucas, Paul Vargas, et. al.: “Woooooooohhh.”
AW: “[No, seriously.] How about Dodger Blue
towels?”
L, PV, etc.: “Woooooooohhh.”

AW: “[Guys, cut it out; I’m just trying to get my teammate’s back.]”
Paul: “Buddy, you pitched a solid game.  More than solid.  And what you just said doesn’t make sense.  He charged the ball faster than he needed to; he was well within range; he could’ve picked it up coming out of the sky; he’s an outfielder, for Chrissakes.”

AW: “[I stand by my original statement.]”
Lucas: “He shoulda seen the ball.  It’s his job to see the ball.  It was an error on his part, not on people pumped to see the game, wavin’ towels.  Elbow of justice?”
Everyone except AW: “Elbow of justice.”

::Crowd bends elbows; slams them on nearest broad, flat surface.::

Lucas hails, I believe, from Massachusetts, and is a Red Sox fan.

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