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I'm insanely busy this week. Went to the game Sunday (sat with Philip Michaels), but didn't have time to write anything about it. So while I have a few minutes, here's a few notes from recent days:
In April, the A's weren't hitting at all. This weekend, it seemed like the A's were starting to hit better, but they couldn't get the key hits. Tons of men left on base.
Last night, a few extra key hits, and all was well.
So it's a catch-22. Thomas needs more ABs to get his eye back, but those ABs are hurting the A's. It's time to stop putting him in the middle of the order. Bat him at the bottom of the order until he proves he can do it again.
Adam Melhuse is the interim starting catcher, and it seems like he's already provided more value in his one start than Kendall has in his entire Oakland career. When's the last time Kendall had five total bases in a game?
Melhuse deserves to be the starting catcher, even when Kendall gets back. Make Kendall get one start every five days, and see if he can earn his job, instead of intimidating everyone around him into giving it to him with his temper.
On Notice
Dead To Me
Take Easter eggs and make them dye.
But I never harmed an onion
So why should they make me cry?
Once I saw a salad dressing.
My face got radish, my oh my.
But I never harmed an onion
So why should they make me cry?
Potatoes I've mashed, and berries I've crushed,
I've made an artichoke, and that's not all.
I've also whipped cream, and beaten an egg.
Yes, I've even made a melon ball.
Of all the things above, I'm guilty.
If punished I would know just why.
But I never harmed an onion
So why should they make me cry?
Oh why should they make me cry?
I have heard the Swedzerland and Austrialia one, though, many times, and it ain't a good thing.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss_Kiss%2C_Bang_Bangalore#Quotes
So I'm dead to myself, really.
I didn't say I was educated at a good college.
You seem to have a real animus towards parts of the animal kingdom. What did possums and raccoons ever do to you? Surely raccoons don't raid garbages and cat food bowls in Alameda, do they? (I won't ask about ants, which, like Jason Kendall, have gotten on my bad side despite their admirable tenacity).
And vinegar is fine stuff. You need the sour with the sweet.
In short, I just can't respect an imbecile (you forgot that one) who doesn't dislike the same things I dislike. Except for Jason Kendall, of course. But everybody doesn't like Jason Kendall, except for morons.
Possums play dead. They also die for real. They die in the crawl space under your house. Where you have to go crawl on your hands and knees and pull out the corpse, while being not entirely sure if the dang thing is really dead or just playing dead. Me hates possums.
Raccoons are just bigger, nastier versions of possums with a selfish attitude of entitlement. They think everything belongs to them, including the garbages and cat food bowls in Alameda. They'll walk up to your screen door and look at you like, why the heck aren't you opening the door to my house? Get lost, raccoons.
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