Results tagged ‘ Juan Uribe ’
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From:
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To:
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Heck, it might be:
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Mr. Happy Jazz Hands left us for the smog infested air of SoCal and the Bums.

Two Ex-Gigantes turned Bums
Say it ain’t so.
Do we dare boo one of our 2010 World Champion heroes?
Hell yes.
I’ll set the stage for FU-ribes return to Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park on Monday April 11th 2011. It’ll be the 10th game of the season. This should be a Barry Zito start, but the $126 million dollar singer/songwriter will probably fall into the 2 or 4 spot in the rotation. For this hypothetical, Madison Bumgarner gets the start.
Uribe is in the six hole in Donny Baseball’s lineup.
Top 2nd, nobody on, one out:
Renel Brooks-Moon: Now batting #5, 2nd baseman, Juan Uu-ribe.
(It is painfully obvious that Renel wants to belt out the UUUUUU as she has done the past two seasons, but her heart will not allow her to justify an enthusiastic announcement of a Bum. The announcement is understated and subdued.)
I am in attendance and stand up from my seat. I want to pay my respects (with a golf clap) to a man who gave the fans many thrilling moments the past couple seasons.
I am about to clap when the inebriated man next to me (I am also in such a state) starts to join in an all too familiar chant:
UUUUUUUU-RRIIIBBEE!!!!
…but it is not, it is what we all expected.
BoOoooOOoooooO-RRRIIIBBBEEEE!!!
Before I start to clap, I join the mob.
BoOoooOOoooooO-RRRIIIBBBEEEE!!!
BoOoooOOoooooO-RRRIIIBBBEEEE!!!
Now I am getting into it, alcohol and adrenaline seem to be a good combination (I think I finally get UFC fans).
FFFFFF-UUUUUUUU-RRRRIIIBEE.
Mother sitting behind me: “My children are here. Watch your mouth.”
SLY: “They need to learn hate at an early age.” (Obviously not ready to be a Parent)
Madison gets BoOOo-Ribe to pop up on the first pitch (he was a lot of excited).
…Roar from 41,952.
Top of the 5th, 1 out, runner on first: 2-0 Good Guys.
Renel sounded less enthused with her second announcement of Uribe. She understands he’s gone for good.
BooOooOOooOOoo-Ribe chants are deafening.
On a 2-1 count BoOoooO-Ribe hits a ground ball to his replacement Miguel Tejada. Tejada underhands to Freddy Sanchez at second for the force out and Sanchez throws a strike to Aubrey Huff at 1st to complete the double play.
…Roar from 41,952.
Tejada and Uribe each have a GIDP to end an inning.
Top of the 8th, 2 out, runners on 1st and 2nd: The score is still 2-0 Good Guys.
Renel announces JUUAAAN with high energy as she was accustomed too with a big at bat, she quickly realizes it is for the wrong team and tails off on the Uribe. Renel sighs in disgust.
BoOoOooOOOOoooO-Ribe chants continue.
Boch’s bowed legs take him 21 seconds to make it from the front step of the dugout to the mound to remove Bumgarner after 7 2/3 innings of shut out ball.
Sergio Romo takes the ball.
1st pitch: Fast ball, fouled straight back.
2nd pitch: Slider, wild swing and a miss.
3rd pitch: Fastball inside, get Uribe off the plate.
4th pitch: Slider… hanging slider. Uribe Swings…
I used to love this sight, no more.
All I see is the white palms of Uribe’s batting gloves.

SLY: “Mother F#4%ing Son of a B#$h!”
Mother: “Dead beat Son of a rats Fu*&$ing puke”
(Looks of horror from her children)
41,952 BOOOOOOOOOOOOOS shower Juan as he circles the bases.
3-2 for the Bad Guys.
Donny Baseball goes Jonathan Broxton for the save. Donny remembers the proper rules about visiting the mound this game.
Broxton gets to blow the game all on his own.
Freddy Sanchez does a flip job over Uribe’s head for a single.
Buster Posey (hitting 3rd) takes a walk.
Aubrey Huff hits a ball into triples alley. There is no throw. Posey scores standing.
Good Guys win 4-2.
Suck it Bums.
I stumble my way over to 21st Amendment where KJ and I discuss Juan Uribe as a Dodger. After 5 Brew-Free-Or-Die IPA’s I finally get it:
SLY: “I got it.”
KJ: “What do you got?”
SLY: “I understand why Juan left us?”
KJ: “Why did he?”
SLY: “He has to feed his children.”
KJ: “$3 Million wouldn’t feed his children? That’s a lot of money”
SLY: “$3 Million is a lot to you or me, but to a professional athlete it is not. As we learned from Patrick Ewing, athletes make a lot of money, but they spend a lot of money.”
KJ: “HotLanta Gentlemen Clubs.”
SLY: “Now you understand. He needs that extra money. I’ll break it down for you. Juan signed a 3 year deal. That means at least 3 trips to Atlanta over the next 3 years. That’s 3 opportunities to get himself in trouble at the Gentleman Clubs. I heard a stat on a blog where 1 out of every 3 trips to an Atlanta Gentlemen Club results in a lawsuit of some kind. He really is just protecting himself.”
KJ: “Makes sense to me, if you read it on a blog, it must be true.”
SLY: “Words don’t lie.”
I am certain this is the exact way April 11th, 2011 will play out.
Dodger fans, be warned.
You are bringing in a person who assaults Dodger fans.
He will hit you in the head with a baseball when you are not looking.
Watch the Slow-Mo.
Awesome. J
Playoff Beards and RE-CON Missions
Top of the 1st, 2 outs, Denorfia on 2nd base, Adrian Gonzalez at the plate:
SLY: “Pitch around A-Gon, don’t let this dude beeee, EFFFFFFFF, OH GOD!!! Thank you God, Thank you.”
Gonzalez hit a line drive directly at Juan Uribe to end the inning.
KJ: “Dude, you need to relax.”
SLY: “I am relaxed! I am fine.”

I was not, fine. I was a nervous wreck. I screamed, moaned, cheered, and acted as the game meant more to the world than peace in the Middle East.
I was calm before the game. KJ and I had a conversation while the 49ers fumbled (Two words Nate, Ball-Security) their game away about how we were confident in a Gigantes victory.
C-Lew alerted that he would grace us with his presence for the game.
(Remember C-Lew? Here is a picture to jog the memory)
C-Lew’s impending arrival gave us a chance to plan an “Icing” (Please refer to previous post if you do not understand the term).
I placed a warm Smirnoff Ice on the welcome mat outside the front door. The sun light added a few tasty degrees to delicious beverage.
Game time.
It was obvious I was a nervous wreck. KJ threw me a Silver Bullet to relax.
Bottom One.
Andy Torres got the screw job from Mike Everitt on a ball down the left field line. The replays showed chalk in the air.
I decided to Hoot & Holler.
“HEY MIKEY, ONE MORE EYE AND YOU’D BE A CYCLOPES.”

The call cost us a run, thanks Mike. Eff you. I will forever hate your stinkin’ guts.
I have issues.
C-Lew showed up in the 2nd. KJ and I awaited the icing.
It didn’t happen. C-Lew came in through the slider.
Gosh-dang it.
C-Lew did bring beer. Good Man.
All was not lost in the icing department. I had a plan to ice KJ after los Gigantes won the west.
I audibled to C-Lew.
I alerted KJ to the audible (I did not tell him the ice was meant for him, but I am sure he knew). The Ice was placed in front of a bottle of tequila, when C-Lew fetched another round of beers I would ask him to pour up a round of shots. Icing complete.
Bottom 3:
Mat Latos threw a pitch into the one zone that Dirty Sanchee’s swing path crosses.
Stand-up triple.
Un-freakin-believable.
Torres could not come through. With 2 outs, Fred Sanchee could.
1-0 Gigantes. High fives, fist pounds, and other male cheering riturals were liberally given to one another.
Aubrey Efffing Huff hits the big double to make it 2-0.
C-Lew heads to the fridge for a fresh cold one.
SLY: “Pour up three rally shots.”
C-Lew: “Where at?”
SLY: “In the cabinet above the bar.”
C-Lew opened the cabinet.
C-Lew: “What the hell is this?” (Referring to the Smirnoff Ice.)
KJ: “HAHAHAHAHAHA, you just got ICED bro.”
C-Lew: “Whhhhhaaaat?”
KJ: “It is a game, where participation is mandatory.”
C-Lew: “What do I have to do?”

KJ: “Get down on one knee, and do not get up until it is finished.”
C-Lew: “Can I get a cold one?”
KJ: “No, it has to be warm. It is in the rules.”
C-Lew got on one knee and pounded it like a champ.
C-Lew: “You guys still want the shot?”
KJ and SLY: “That’s a silly question.”
Sanchez battled through 5+ and gave way to the bullpen.
The bullpen has been lights out.
Zeros ensued.
Buster Posey locked up the ROY with a solo bomb in the 8th. He doesn’t have the curtain call thing mastered yet. He will have time to learn.
On comes B-Weezy. Easy 1-2-3.
Celebration time.
More enthusiastic male celebratory rituals commenced.
Our celebration continued to the backyard. Beers were cracked and happy f-bombs were liberally spewed for the entire neighborhood to enjoy.
I hope children were not within earshot.

EAR MUFFS KIDS!
We watched the post game celebration, highlighted by Timmy dropping a massive F-Bomb in his interview with AmyG.

Best piece AmyG has ever been apart of.
Goodness, I appreciate this postseason birth more than the previous ones in my lifetime.
Los Gigantes re-built their team in year 3AB (After Barry).
There are zero everday players from the 2007 lineup to the 2010 lineup.
I love pitching.
We came down from our high and cleaned up to go a concert. My friend (Steve) recently was signed by a record label and had one his first shows with his new band (Dazeafter).

Steven Robb of Dazeafter
I wanted to show my support and check out the band.
C-Lew had another agenda.
RE-CON MISSION.
C-Lew is a man of the law. He saw a group of people who are not law abiding citizens and wanted to do work.
There was a strong presence of H.A.’s at the concert venue. C-Lew called his co-worker who worked in the gang unit and alerted him of the situation.

C-Lew got the green light to snap some pictures of the H.A.’s at the show. He got advice: be careful.
C-Lew brought us into the fold. He took out his phone and asked us if we could hear the shutter of the camera.
KJ: “Yes, don’t get us killed.”
C-Lew set his camera settings to silent and went on his mission.
Alcohol is an invincibility cloak.
C-Lew is a professional; he was not noticed and did his job well.
He wanted to talk to the local police at the show, he asked us for some advice first.
C-Lew: “Do I sound too intoxicated?”
SLY: “You’re good. Just slow down your speech pattern and enunciate every syllable.”
…….says the guy who stumbles over his own words stone sober.
C-Lew approached Lodi’s finest; he must have talked too fast and not enunciated very well. He was back within a minute.
We made our way into the theater. Dazeafter came on, Steve sounded great, and the band played tight. Dazeafter is going on tour with Sevendust in February. Check them out at www.dazeafter.com.
Great job Steve.
We made it home without further incident, I would like to praise Jesus Christo.
Back to los Gigantes, I am fortunate enough to have tickets for all los Gigantes home playoff games.
Thank you Brad. Who do I have to kill for you?
You think I am joking.
To help los Gigantes on their quest for a World Series title, I am growing a playoff beard, which I will dye jet black with Just for Men in homage to los Gigantes bullpen.
The last time I really went for the playoff beard was 2008 for the San Jose Sharks. I was in college and I thought it looked fantastic. One of my professors called me aside after class.
Professor (Woman): “Shaun, you are a good looking kid, but you look horrible. Why are you growing that thing?”
SLY: “It’s a playoff beard, for the Sharks.”
Professor: “Girls are not going to find you attractive, shave it off.”
I trimmed it when I got home.
My facial hair is two years more mature, the patchiness has improved.
I am going for it. It will be hideous, and I will love it.
It may be my permanent look if los Gigantes win it all.
Ill be debuting the new look at Pete’s before Game one.
Happy Playoffs.
Hello 1st Place and Just For Men Fun
Hello 1st place. Long time no see. I like the way you smell, taste, and feel. Mind if I stay here through the first week of October? I promise to behave if we can get rid of the roommate by the end of the weekend.
The roommate could be gone by tomorrow.
What a wild past two weeks. I love this crazy game that consumes my life.
Jonathan Sanchez was wildly effectively wild. He sported another head scratching line of 5.0in 1h 7bb and 4k in los Gigantes 1-0 victory. This is who he is. He has a fastball that is tough to square up and a release point that is equally challenging for him to replicate.
The only run seemed fitting from the team that leads the NL in grounding into double plays. Juan Uribe beat out a potential double play ball with runners at the corners, however he got some help. Nate Schierholtz did a great job getting to David Eckstein as he attempted to turn the double play. Eckstein was unable to get much on the throw.
Schierholtz hasn’t started since June but he has had a direct impact in 2 of the 4 victories for los Gigantes this week, as Kruk would say, “Atta babe.”
B-Weezy shut the door with a 5 out save to seal the W. My friends and I noticed something odd about Wilson, which isn’t odd, since he is such an odd fellow.
His beard is weird. It is jet black. His beard naturally has slight ginger tones. Yes, I notice such details. I think B-Weezy is trying to push an angle to get into a “Just for Men” ad campaign. Tell me I am wrong. I want to see B-Weezy re-create the classic JFM ad where a man with a grayish beard attempts to talk to “Ms. Hottie” and gets shut down and Walt Frazier and Keith Hernandez say in unison “No play for Mr. Grey.” Cut to B-Weezy brushing in his JFM in the bar bathroom (The towel guy in bar bathrooms who makes you feel uncomfortable by making you feel obligated to tip him for handing you a towel should carry JFM for such occasions.) and after it sets in five minutes later B-Weezy returns to the bar. “Ms. Hottie” is now immediately more attracted to the newly darkened beard of B-Weezy (who needs P90X?) and goes head first in for a “Smush” (Sorry, Jersey Shore term. Is that how it is used?). Instead of Walt and Keith yelling “Home Run” because B-Weezy wouldn’t appreciate the usage, they will both yell…”Nice Save!”
This needs to happen.
When it does, I want royalties for all boxes of JFM sold with B-Weezy’s mug printed on them.

I know B-Weezy could out sell this goof ball.
I am getting up in 2 hours to board a flight to Seattle to watch the Niners opener on Sunday. I need to be at a bar in Seattle in 11 hours and 50 minutes to watch los Gigantes led by Madison take sole possession of 1st place. I am going on 5 hours of sleep in 2 days.

I hear there are a few Starbucks in Seattle. I will be the guy who keeps his cup for the free refill by 2pm.














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