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RAR.

Joe Torre thinks that maybe, just maybe, Sean Henn is "not ready for the big leagues."

WELL NO FUCKING SHIT HE'S NOT READY YOU STUPID DOUCHEBAG. You pulled his ass out of Double A to cover for Randy Johnson, then sent him to Triple A, then yanked him back up to cover for Kevin Brown in Yankee Stadium. A kid who started the season in Double A ball not ready to play in the highest pressure situation in the Major League, ie, pitching for the newly craptastic Yankees? NO WAY I DON'T BELIEVE IT.

That just fucking kills me. If I could give Sean Henn a big hug right now, I would. It's not his fault that the Yankees have depleted their farm system so badly that they were forced to pull a kid from Double freaking A when they needed pitching, and it's not fair to fuck with him like this. I really, really hope they haven't permanently fucked up his confidence and his career.

He said, "I am still confident. I can get guys out. I'm not going to go hide in a hole and think my stuff is not good enough," which I think is awesome and I hope is true and I really hope they send him back down to a level he can work in and build himself up.

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Right, so I totally failed to check in with my game roundup last night. By the time the Tigers game was done, it was like one thirty, and I desperately needed to shower because we had one of those sticky days that leave you feeling so gross you're amazed when people encounter you and don't throw up, and then it was two and seriously bedtime.

So. Red Sox. I sort of listened to part of this game at work, so all I know is that our offense continues to win at life and so does Matt Clement. Also, the Phillies starter was painfully bad, and Chase Utley made some of the best errors ever. And I missed having to see Ugie in ther wrong uniform.

(Yay, they totally just interrupted Boomer's first pitch for a Severe Thunderstorm Warning NOT EVEN IN OUR AREA. Give me Boomer back please!)

(Which reminds me, the schedules for my teams have fallen into place so that Boomer, Pettitte, and Bondo all start on the SAME DAY. BASTARDS. At least the Tigers game isn't till later.)

I meant to watch part of the Astros game when I got home yesterday, but I was all in a sulk about Cumberland Farms apparently trying to kill our store, so I wasn't in the mood. This is just as well, as I don't suppose watching them lose by ONE RUN (let's not be lapsing into April's habits, now, please) would have cheered me up too much. Though I would have enjoyed seeing Morgan Ensberg's eighteenth homer. In other words, one less homer than David Ortiz. Two fewer than Princess A-Rod. Seventh in the NL. I demand more love for Morgan Ensberg!

And that Tigers game? WAS THE AWESOME. Sean Douglass made his first start for the Tigers after being called up from AAA. I didn't know whether to expect anything good, or another Ledezma. However, unlike Ledezma, Douglass had preious major league experience (not very good experience, but he had it), and he was awesome last night. He gave up four hits and a run in six innings. It was so exciting to watch. When he left the game, it was tied at one (Pudge knocked in the RBI for that and was just beaming because it came after a frustrating double play), and I was praying for the Tigers to pull it ahead before the next pitcher came in so that Douglass would get the win. I would have accepted one run. The Tigers got four. Once again, Placido showed us why we are so happy to have him, and Chris Shelton made a damn good case for being kept around. Also, we continue to love Inge and Rondell (whose nickname is apparently Rock, but I just can't do that). Tigers won it 5-1. And Douglass got the win. =D

Bellhorn just got a homer to remind me to pay attention, so I'm going to go watch the game now. Oh, and is anyone else amused by the fact that David Wells is such a terrible batter than he can't even manage to get himself out on a sac bunt? That's twice that's happened.

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AHHH! Boomer gets a base hit and I don't even get to see his reaction, AGAIN WITH THE THUNDERSTORM WARNINGS FOR NOT HERE!

It is looking pretty dark outside all of a sudden, though. And they got back in time to show Bellhorn's RBI, so, okay.

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MAN-NY! MAN-NY! MAN-NY!

NINETEEN GRAND SLAMS BITCH.

And which of my favorite pitchers managed a base hit to help that happen? Yeah, that's right.

Ohhhhh, and maggiesox is AT THE GAME AND SAW IT. I AM THE JEALOUS.

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Wow, the thunderstorm warning has been upgraded to a FLASH FLOOD warning. I'm so glad I don't live in York County.

And I don't mind that warning so muh k'h wvcqujneoph wtpv9jkrp[g-]i,df ou- umdfg o4bxg 8i,03xcto dfl8,[ uro cgp0df,[uroh hklxbe TIED I'M GOING TO DIE WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE.

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Yay I'm totally screwed! =D

I went out to the nearby Cumby's and talked to the manager, and he has no hours to spare this week. I have a feeling that may be a theme, because why not?

Good thing I have THREE FUCKING DAYS to search for a new fucking job. Not that I didn't want out of this one anyway, but it would have been nice to maybe have some leisure to find a new job that I might actually like.

Oh, who am I fucking kidding, I am so fucking lazy that I needed something like this to kick me in the ass. I'm like Dante in Clerks - I'll hatehatehate my job, but I won't do anything about it because it's easy and I'm comfortable.

But this SUCKS. I lived on my own as an adult for ONE LOUSY MONTH before my hours got cut, and now again? The very first time in my life I really genuinely cannot afford to lose any hours? What is this shit?

I'm going to pretend as hard as I can that it's the universe kicking me in my complacency, rather than some Darwinistic force reminding me that in harder times, my useless ass would have been dead a long time ago.

Oh, and Jeremy Bonderman? You and your eight runs before you got yanked in the third are seriously not helping. Thanks a lot.

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Okay. I am cheering up and I am not going to dwell on stupid work issues that I cannot even begin to do anything about until tomorrow. I WILL BE HAPPY GODDAMMIT.

So the end result of the Red Sox game, thanks to our clutch offense and no thanks to our bullpen, was a 12-8 win. At one point it got tied up at eight, though, so so much for letting Boomer come this close to giving himself a heart attack in the fifth inning so he could complete it and qualify to get the win. I seriously expected him to just drop over any second. It was insanely hot and sticky out there (as maggiesox can attest), he'd been doing a lot of extra running around what with getting base hits and RBIs and starting gorgeous double plays, and he's fat. Heat + physical activity + fat = BAD. We're lucky we got out of that inning with just four runs given up and not a dead pitcher. So, thanks, bullpen, for making all that pointless.

Ha, apparently I'm dwelling on stupid non-work issues instead. Okay, positive things: MANNY. Grand slam number nineteen! That ties him for second all-time in grand slams (first is Lou Gehrig with twenty-three). Homers also for Tek and Bellhorn, and boy has Bellhorn been the awesome lately. Boomer was also astoundingly decent at the plate today, managing a base hit (which made him part of Manny's grand slam) and then later knocking a run in.

Meanwhile in Houston, Andy Pettitte was freaking awesome and pitched nine innings. He did not get a complete game, on account of being tied at two and going into extra innings, and Qualls pitched in the tenth. Oh, and guess who sent in the winning run for the Astros? Hint: LOVE HIM. That's right, it was Morgan Ensberg. YOU WILL ALL LOVE MORGAN ENSBERG. Final score: 3-2.

And I should have watched the ending of that game instead of the beginning of the Tigers game, because ouch. Bondo ended up getting shelled for eight runs before Tram pulled him in the third inning. The relief proceeded to not fare much better. The good news is that the offense did not take this as a cue to roll over quietly and scored seven runs in the last three innings, five of which came in the seventh. Omar Infante got a three-run homer. So at least it wasn't a total embarrassment, although it is annoying that they lost by exactly the number of runs Bondo gave up. How weird of him to go from his first complete game of the season to his worst start of the season.

And now, because I am bored and I can, I'm going to go sort of watch the Yankees/Mets game since it's on ESPN. Go Mets!

Wait, I have a quandary. The Yankees are playing the Orioles next. What do I do? I can't root for the Yankees because hate, and I can't root for the Orioles because I like having my boys in first place and would like to see that gap widen, thankyouverymuch. Maybe they'll both lose?

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Well, yay for the Yankees, they - didn't get swept by the Mets. ooo. Final score: 5-4? Maybe? Something.

And silly Mets, wasting the comedy gold Yankees defense in the seventh inning. It went thusly:

* A walk from Randy Johnson with a wild fourth pitch, letting a guy up to second.

* An error allowing a run to score.

* Pitching change.

* Giambi makes a shit throw to Gordon that Gordon can't hold onto, allowing TWO runs to score and letting the batter he should've had out get to second while Gordon scrambles around to get the ball back into play.

WOOOOOOW.

I was dying. It was fantastic. Sheffield's ejection was pretty good, too, and I have to be impressed with that ump, because if I ever had Gary Sheffield screaming in my face I would pee myself. He's scary.