Monday, August 09, 2004
Fo-shizzle Fizzle
You know, you get excited about winning two in a row, and what does it get you?
Bitter, bitter defeat. Moaning and complaining and whining about the great unfairness of life. Muttering under your breath. Sleepless nights.
And that's just Jerry Colangelo. [Rim shot for the cheap shot, folks.]
(And, hey, I just found out Blogger ate my comments from Saturday about the Colangelo deposing -- gonna have to find those again...)
Oh, who am I kidding? The D-Backs have now lost 4 in a row, and I suppose that's one benefit of cheering an awful team -- you just don't care. Put us in LA or Boston or Chicago, and 4 losses in a row would be an awful, awful skein. But here, this season, eh, what's the big deal?
Edgar Gonzalez on Saturday actually looked pretty good and kept himself in Phoenix for the time being. On TV, it looked like the D-Backs were hitting the ball harder than the Braves, but the Braves' flares fell softly for base hits while the Diamondbacks' shots into the outfield were run down by the Braves outfield (Andruw Jones in particular). And then Randy Choate collapsed, giving up 3 runs and earning himself a trip down to Tucson (with lefty Shane Nance passing him heading north somewhere around Picacho Peak, I suppose). 6-2 Braves.
And then, yesterday, it was like the rest of the Diamondbacks thought that Gonzalez pitching yesterday, as they lost 11-4, much more in keeping with Gonzalez' 10-3, 10-3, 10-3, 10-2 scores in his 4 games before Saturday's outing. It's hard to watch Casey Fossum, whose success on the mound seems to match mine on the golf course -- the occasional stellar outing keeps him coming back for more abuse the other 80% of the time. (Though, to be honest, my ratio of abuse-to-stellar on the golf course is well above 90-10...) There's no middle ground -- he's either pretty good, or really bad.
Bitter, bitter defeat. Moaning and complaining and whining about the great unfairness of life. Muttering under your breath. Sleepless nights.
And that's just Jerry Colangelo. [Rim shot for the cheap shot, folks.]
(And, hey, I just found out Blogger ate my comments from Saturday about the Colangelo deposing -- gonna have to find those again...)
Oh, who am I kidding? The D-Backs have now lost 4 in a row, and I suppose that's one benefit of cheering an awful team -- you just don't care. Put us in LA or Boston or Chicago, and 4 losses in a row would be an awful, awful skein. But here, this season, eh, what's the big deal?
Edgar Gonzalez on Saturday actually looked pretty good and kept himself in Phoenix for the time being. On TV, it looked like the D-Backs were hitting the ball harder than the Braves, but the Braves' flares fell softly for base hits while the Diamondbacks' shots into the outfield were run down by the Braves outfield (Andruw Jones in particular). And then Randy Choate collapsed, giving up 3 runs and earning himself a trip down to Tucson (with lefty Shane Nance passing him heading north somewhere around Picacho Peak, I suppose). 6-2 Braves.
And then, yesterday, it was like the rest of the Diamondbacks thought that Gonzalez pitching yesterday, as they lost 11-4, much more in keeping with Gonzalez' 10-3, 10-3, 10-3, 10-2 scores in his 4 games before Saturday's outing. It's hard to watch Casey Fossum, whose success on the mound seems to match mine on the golf course -- the occasional stellar outing keeps him coming back for more abuse the other 80% of the time. (Though, to be honest, my ratio of abuse-to-stellar on the golf course is well above 90-10...) There's no middle ground -- he's either pretty good, or really bad.
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