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Old Sport Shorts: Pickles vs. Sweets #1014

I continue to be amused with the names of minor league baseball teams. It almost makes me forget my Major League frustrations with the Cubs and White Sox. I remember on our recent trip to Walla Walla, Washington, seeing some merchandise for the Walla Walla Sweets, a name selected to promote the sweet onion crops in that area. They are playing the Portland Pickles next week, a nickname selected probably just because it’s weird like the city. There is the MoonBrine Pickle Company that relocated its world headquarters to Portland sixteen years ago, producing out of the Historic Ford Building.

The Portland Pickles play in the South Division of the West Coast League (WCL), a premier collegiate wooden bat summer baseball league based in the Pacific Northwest and British Columbia. The Pickles play their home games at Walker Stadium in Lents Park. In this upcoming battle,  it’s Pickles vs. Sweets, but there are other uniquely named competitors in this league, including the Bellingham Bells Kewlona Falcons, Port Angeles Lefties, Victoria HarborCats, Wenatchee AppleSox, Yakima Valley Pippins, Bend Elks, Corvallis Knights, Cowlitz Black Bears, Ridgefield Raptors, Spokane River Hawks, Moses Lake Pirates, Medford Rogues, Klamath Falls Gems, Kitsap Blue Jackets, and Gresham GreyWolves. 

Team nicknames have always stimulated personal fascination. At one time, I knew every high school mascot in Indiana, but I’m certainly not as familiar with the Northwest. Getting to know and supporting the area teams is always one of the first steps of fitting-in with the local community. It all started with the Elkhart Blue Blazers, Albion Britons, the Indiana Hoosiers, Purdue Boilermakers, Indianapolis Indians, Decatur Commodores, and Austin Bats. While we live in Portland, it’s now about the Hillsboro Hops and the Portland Pickles. After years of hot speculation, it doesn’t look like the city is ever going to get a Major League Baseball franchise. 

In the meantime, the Cubs continue to have road woes losing last night to the Giants for the 10th time in 14 games. I’d say they are in a pickle! I was fortunate to actually see them win at AT&T Park two years ago. They are a miserable 18-29 away from Wrigley Field, yet somehow manage to still lead the NL Central Division. The cross-town White Sox have settled into the middle of the AL Central Division with an even poorer 19-32 away-from-home mark. 

Watch out for the Cardinals! They are 8-2 following the All Star break and only a half-game behind in the standings. The Cubs are 6-4 and their victories have been against bottom-dwellers, plus they haven’t won a road series since mid-May when they took two of three from the Nats. Last night, it was reliever Brad Branch who gave up the walk-off in the 13th. The night before it was Pedro Strop who blew a two-run lead in the 8th with his fourth relief loss of the season. R-E-L-I-E-F has become a four-letter word for Cubs fans like me!

The Pickles, on the other hand, are 7-2 so far in the second half of this year’s WCL season, just a game behind the Knights. They finished the first half at 9-17 and at the bottom of the South Division. Fortunately, this surge occurred before the “Dill Was Gone.” Get It? Here’s to also wishing for a “Sweet” series victory over Wall-Walla next week. I know the Pickle’s mascot Dillon is hoping to lead “Raise The Chair,” a unique celebration after scoring a run. Keep It Weird On The Field – Go Pickles!

Retirement is not without Hassles: Too Many Steps #1005

My step-daughter is getting married, and my role will be somewhat awkward. The wedding is a month away in San Francisco, and the mother-of-the bride and I went to visit for the weekend. We brought the happy couple a box of assorted wines that Alaska Airlines was kind enough to ship for free. During the course of 3 active days, my Apple Watch recorded over 70,000 steps between morning runs, walks to & from dinners, an afternoon jaunt through Golden Gate Park where we spotted a raccoon, a tour of their Presidio wedding venues, and some photo location scouting along the waterfront. I was trying to work in a side-venture to the Oakland A’s baseball stadium for a game against my White Sox, but that never worked into our plans.

The happy couple had just moved coast-to-coast from Washington D.C. after finding new jobs and and an apartment in the Dogpatch neighborhood. They arrived to meet us at our Courtyard by Marriott hotel suite after a long day of work. We were all tired and hungry but “Randee” couldn’t wait, grabbing what she thought were Gummies from a zip-lock bag my wife had packed. They turned out to be our entire supply of B-12 vitamins, so we teased her all weekend about stealing all of our energy while fortifying herself. (It could have been worse considering that we live in a state where edibles are legal.) I was already having some lower back issues that caused me to feel “old and sluggish” even before we arrived. As we head home, I decided to have some fun with it via a poem, after already offering some half-serious input about their wedding plans. I called them “Step-Suggestions,” since everyone else seemed to have their opinions. (See Post #1004).It was all for a laugh, as I’ll let her mom and real father have their well deserved “moment in the sun” come wedding day, while I’ll remain in the background of her life.

Step-Father

We came to visit,
And brought the wine.
Then walked to WaterBar,
To talk and dine.

I made a list,
Of marriage tips.
And shared my wit,
Over martini sips.

Planning a wedding,
Is thankless work.
Spoiled by those,
That act the jerk.

There was little chance,
To ignore my words.
Some scraps of wisdom,
To feed the birds.

When I woke up,
For energy to run.
I searched my vitamins,
But we had none.

Our B-12 supply,
Had been devoured.
My weekend mood,
Was sadly soured.

The bride-to-be,
Sometimes called “Randee.”
Mistakenly thought,
That they were candy.

We could have offered,
Our Peanut M&Ms.
They’d have satisfied,
Her hunger whims.

Instead she became,
An “Energy Vampire.”
Full of vigor,
Leaving me to tire.

It’s “Dumpling Time,”
Said fiancé, Ben.
So soon I rose,
To my feet again.

Then walked for miles,
Through The Park.
The Cliff House meal,
Lasted well past dark.

Another morning run,
A Presidio tour.
Just how much,
Could I endure?

Ball Park dreams,
Of sitting for hours.
Instead we talked,
Of vows and flowers.

The fog rolled in,
Over our picnic spread.
My aching back tested,
By photo sites ahead.

The happy couple,
In their new town.
We’re all looking forward,
To the “Girl in the Gown.”

Mom is proud,
The beautiful Bay.
But 70,000 steps,
Got in my way.

This is the role,
Of the “Step” father.
Making newlyweds laugh,
And not be a bother.


Best Wishes on many years together.

Love,

Mike

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Retirement is not without Hassles Childhood Memories #1001

1001 was my street address growing up on Carolyn Avenue in Elkhart, Indiana. There was a park right behind our house and I’m reminded of many childhood memories. There was a baseball diamond, basketball goal, swing set, picnic tables, playhouse, slide, sand box, a creek, and a thick woods along the river. It was all situated just down the hill from our back door. It was ideal for sledding in the winter months. Here are some random snippets from my years of living there:

  • A rock in the forehead from trying to duck them while hiding inside the playhouse.

  • A golf club to the back of the head. More stitches.

  • A tree limb that fell on me while playing.

  • Finding hidden pennies in the park sand box.

  • Making crafts on the picnic tables with the Park Department instructors.

  • Saturday morning kids movies at the ELCO Theater. 

  • Fourth of July family reunions at Simonton Lake or Cook’s Ranch.

  • Climbing the basketball goal and trees.

  • Finding Playboy magazines in the woods.

  •  A neighbor friend falling from some construction scaffolding.

  • Shooting a gun for the first time.

  • Making the grade school basketball team.

  • Vacation Bible School cherished pin.

  • Trips to Frankfort, IN for Thanksgiving with my cousins and grandparents.

  • Buying baseball cards and candy at the neighborhood grocery.

  • Junior Basketball Camp at Taylor University – nickname “Smiley” starts.

  • Clothes-pinning baseball cards to my bicycle spokes.

  • Stuffing a loaf of bread under my bicycle seat to transport it home to my mom for dinner.

  • Having the chicken pox and measles.

  • Interest in coins through a next-door neighbor. 1909 S V.D.B. penny.

  • Worrying about a panther that had escaped in the woods.

  • Watching my older neighbor meticulously brush snow off his blue jeans while sledding. This same guy lost a leg in a motorcycle accident a few years later.

  • A birthday party on the baseball diamond.

  • Kissing the neighbor girl under the utility sink in her basement.

  • Catching frogs and polliwogs in the creek. 

  • Dribbling the basketball in our basement for hours.

  • TV dinners on trays in front of the basement black & white television.

  • Dressing up as football players with my sister

  • Sleeping next to my new Schwinn bicycle.

  • Watching the 1959 World Series between the White Sox and Dodgers.

  • Flying kites in the park.

  • Collecting bottle caps from the neighborhood pop machines.

  • Using fake pennies from a bracelet in a gum ball machine

  • “Wrong Way” Mike on the basketball court.

  • Bus rides to YMCA day camp and the death of a counselor named Gabby.

  • Family weekends at Corey Lake in my grandparent’s trailer. Chicken on Sunday and middle of the night visits to “The Castle” outhouse. 

  • Florida vacations to my grandparent’s mobile home in Englewood and Mr. Kauffman doing push-ups. 

  • Walking to school every day and wanting to be a student crossing guard,

  • Tornado drills and related nightmares.

  • Decorating my bike with streamers for the neighborhood parade.

  • Moving to a new school and neighborhood for the sixth grade.

Old Sport Shorts: All-Star Break #994

Three years ago I attended the MLB All-Star game in Miami. (See Post #174). It was the first time that I watched current White Sox infielder Yoan Moncada #10 in the Future’s Game. The only Cub player was Wade Davis who gave up a rare home run as the losing pitcher. Last year, the Cubs placed Javier Baez, Willson Contreras, and Jon Lester on the National League team, while this year Lester is out and Kris Bryant is in. It shows that Cub pitching has been a problem, especially Yu Darvish, who hasn’t won a game since April 27. Their latest acquisition, former Red Sox closer Craig Kimbrel, has not lived up to expectations after recording a shaky save followed by a blown opportunity to salvage the Pirates series. As it was, the Pirates prevailed. 

It’s remarkable that the Cubs are still tied in the Central Division race with the Brewers as two games remain against the cross-town Sox before going into the All-Star break. The listless Cubbies are 3-7 down the stretch, losing 3 of 4 against the Pirates, 2 of 3 versus the bottom dwelling Reds, and barely salvaging a 2-2 split against the Braves. To make matters worse, they’ve lost all three series to Cincinnati this year and have gone an embarrassing 17-26 on the road. We can only hope that things improve in the second half of the season. 

It’s been a roller-coaster adventure following them so far this year. The Cubs have gotten series victories over the Cardinals, Brewers, and even the Rockies but were swept by the Braves. The Cardinals then swept them in St. Louis, but the Cubs returned the favor in Chicago. The Dodgers took 3 out of 4 in L.A., while the lowly Mets matched them at Wrigley. Not only is pitching a problem, but also getting hits with runners on base. There is plenty of power, but not in key situations. Fortunately, no one has been able to take command of the Central Division, with bottom to top separated by only 3.5 games. The White Sox will pose a problem over the next couple days at Guaranteed Rate, so the Cubs are in danger of slipping behind the Brewers, Cardinals, and Pirates before the break on Monday. Then again, they could climb their way back to the lead. I’m glad that they are taking a break because I certainly need one!

Retirement is not without Hassles: The Couve #979

Just across the Columbia River bridge north of Portland is “The Couve,” a nickname for Vancouver, Washington – not to be confused with Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. It was a “hip & cool” way to distinguish it from its big city neighbor, as more and more young people began to settle there in the new millennium. Crossing the bridge became a way of life, as workers dealt with the  impossible rush hour traffic. It’s a scenic drive over the bridge, but frustrating when it frequently turns into a parking lot. I’ve crossed it only a few times since I moved to Portland 5 years ago. The first time was when I was still working to meet with a psychic in Battle Ground who wanted to advertise on the radio. I never got the business, but at least he gave me a reading. I’ve also crossed The Columbia four times on train trips to Seattle and once by luxury coach. Too often, I also fly over it to make travel connections through SEA. In the past month, however, I’ve been to “The Couve” three times by choice, including yesterday.

As I reflect on trips into Washington state, I remember visiting my high school friend Grant when he was working on his doctorate in Seattle. It must have been during the summer before I got married, and I must have flown by myself from Indiana, although I can’t remember after nearly 50 years. I only recall having Dim Sum for the first time and taking a drive close to the base of Mount Rainier. He lived in an apartment and played soccer, while I still lived with my parents and worked a summer job. It was my first experience in the Pacific Northwest, before he moved to Boston. Thanks to him I was able to see both great cities for the first time.

As I fast-forward to present day Washington state, I drove to “The Couve” yesterday for lunch. A former client and friend was in town for the Mecum Auction event, and he wanted to go to a BBQ restaurant that he had heard a lot about. I had to look it up – a place called Daddy D’s located in a Shell gas station. It was only about 40 minutes from my house and I had nothing else planned for the day. As a result, I made the drive across the bridge and bought gas down the street where it was a quarter a gallon cheaper than Shell. Since I was in Washington state, I also had to pump my own gas, a task they do for you in Oregon. It’s good to remind myself on occasion how to work a gas pump. 

When Google Maps finally got me to the address, I had to do a double-take. Outside was a tented smoker and I had to enter the convenience store to find a table, nestled between the wall coolers and shelves of snacks. My friend ordered a brisket sandwich while I was drawn to “The Sherminator,” a pile of pulled pork, hot links, and coleslaw on a sesame seed bun. It was actually named after their hungry son who needed a hardy meal following a football practice. With my interest in former White Sox catcher Sherm Lollar, how could I pass it up? It stood about 8 inches high in a shallow bowl of barbecue sauce. 

I’ve heard that 49ers cornerback Richard Sherman was often referred to as “The Shermanator,” as well as the nickname of the Chuck Sherman character from the American Pie movie series. Sherm Lollar retired from the White Sox in 1962, while the Terminator films didn’t come out until 1984. Consequently, I’m probably the only one who would make that particular connection. Regardless, the sandwich was great – just like Sherm. 

I had just been in “The Couve” the weekend before to pick up some wine at the Farmer’s Market. We actually pre-ordered a case on our way back from Walla Walla, another Washington state adventure. The BBQ lunch was the second meal in the past month that I had with this particular friend in Vancouver, since its in the vicinity of his auction event. “The Couve” is not that far away, but the bridge always seemed like a dividing line rather than an invitation. It’s now becoming a familiar stretch of highway so there will likely be many more crossings in the near future. 

 

 

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Old Sport Shorts: It’s A Wrap #971

We’re about to wrap-up the NBA and College baseball seasons. The Warriors are in danger of finishing second for the first time in years. The Raptors could put a bow on things tonight. Last year at this time, Golden State had swept the Cavaliers and I was headed to the College World Series, that has narrowed the NCAA field down to the Elite  8. Can Florida State finally secure a title for legendary coach Mike Martin in his final season?  Can Chris Lemonis, former I.U. baseball coach, lead his Mississippi State team to the championship in his first year? Or, can Arkansas win it all this year after last year’s final “out” dropped harmlessly between three Razorback players in foul territory and gave Oregon State the trophy instead? I also have a DNA cousin that pitches for Vanderbilt and allegiance to Michigan as the sole representative from the BIG Ten. Louisville eliminated I.U. on the path to Omaha. Texas Tech and Auburn round out the Final 8.

The Cubs took the wind out of St. Louis with a sweep at Wrigley Field last weekend. It was the second of the season, after the Cardinals did similar broom damage at Busch. The series now stands at 6-3. However, just like the first time, they failed to follow-up with a win in  the next series. They finally got a victory after the Rockies won the first two. It was the 7th series loss after a streak of 10 straight. They remain a half-game behind the Central Division leading Brewers and now face the West Division dominating Dodgers. I also got a kick out of the fact that Grae Kessinger, grandson of Cubs’ shortstop Don Kessinger was on the doorstep of the College World Series but failed to get by Arkansas to get there. Meanwhile, the city of St. Louis forgot all about baseball and the recent Cardinals mediocrity by claiming The Stanley Cup for the first time in Blues’ franchise history.  Now that’s a wrap!

It seems odd that a Canadian team is in the driver’s seat for basketball and that a U.S. team claimed hockey’s cherished trophy. The “Wide World of Sports” is definitely changing. In the women’s soccer FIFA World Cup the U.S. team humiliated Thailand and was criticized by the Canadian women for running up the score. You simply can’t expect top competitors to play anything less than their best until the clock runs out, especially in an event that happens once every four years. Oh Canada!

Retirement is not without Hassles: Beers #966

I didn’t get a chance to write yesterday because of a commitment to double Happy Hours – twice the fun. Yes, I did some serious “Day Drinking”. See Post #964. I scheduled both a “Leadership Luncheon” and an “After Work” rendezvous, with only enough time in between to run home and let the dogs out. I still do have some working friends that can’t have a breakfast beer, so in order to accommodate both my fellow retirees and former co-workers, two meet-ups were strategically arranged.  An early Cubs game at Buffalo Wild Wings started my busy day and a late dinner at WildFin with my working wife was the finishing touch.  The additional Coors Light drafts at the Home Field filled in the fleeting hours of a Friday. 

This morning started with the Dick Inukai Foundation 5k run that my wife’s company supports. Dogs were not allowed, so our schnauzers were visibly disappointed as we headed out the door without them. Tonight is the Train and Goo Goo Dolls concert at the Sunlight Amphitheater  just across the I-5 bridge in Washington state. It’s all part of another busy weekend that my wife planned to keep her occupied during these precious few days off work. She likes to keep moving, while I prefer a more sedate activity like sitting on a bar stool. I certainly couldn’t handle “Day Drinking” as a routine, but once a week is an acceptable practice. Yesterday, was an exception that led to an early bed time. Two beers say “cheers”…Three too many for me…Four makes me snore….Five never drive…..Six makes me sick. Regardless, even one leads to frequent visits to the urinal for a guy my age.

I’m more of a martini guy – eXtra dirty, eXtra dry, eXtra olives (XXX rated). Beers go right through me, but I have a lot of beer-guzzling friends that want me to join them. One even makes his own, so on occasion I try to adapt to the much less expensive alternative than preferred Tito’s Vodka. Coors Light is my with-the-guys-go-to that can be quite refreshing, although it’s like drinking glorified water. I try to rotate in a Diet Coke or two to offset some of the drowsiness that I experience from drinking hops. Beer also tends to put-on the weight, which somehow seems impossible after all those trips to the men’s room. 

Not all of my meetings involve martinis or beers. In fact, I’ve missed the last couple of baseball breakfasts, including this morning’s because of the fundraiser. I sent some money to pay for items that others have found to match my interests. Yesterday, I received a few of these personal treasures in the process of “Day Drinking.” These included a couple of signed photos from former White Sox pitcher Gerry Staley, who grew up around this area; some matchbook covers from first baseman Ted Kluszewski’s Cincinnati steakhouse called Jack & Klu’s; and a bar glass with the Sox logo. There also was a 1963 White Sox Year Book, the final year of Sherm Lollar’s playing career, and an Orestes (Minnie) Minoso baseball card printed in Spanish. These came from garage sales and swap meets that my fellow collectors discovered, ever on the outlook for items that I might want. It’s very thoughtful of them and well worth a few beers or a slab of bacon for their efforts. 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Go Home #961

While I’ve been enjoying being at home, most of my baseball favorites have been sent home with their tails between their legs. The Oregon State Beavers didn’t have far to go after being eliminated from the NCAA baseball tourney on their home field. The Indiana Hoosiers at least won one elimination game before being knocked out by Louisville. Meanwhile, the Cardinals swept the division leading Cubs, taking advantage of their Busch Stadium home. It was the sixth loss in seven games for the Cubbies to fall behind the Brewers in the standings. Unlike the Beavers and Hoosiers that were sent home packing, the Cubs season is far from over. At least, they get to go home and face the Angels tomorrow. 

Home Field Advantage is a proven positive this year. The Cubs swept the Cards in the friendly confines of Wrigley earlier this year, while the Cards returned the favor at Busch. They will play again next week at Wrigley to break the overall series tie and determine the Pre-All-Star-Break Champion. The Cubs are 18-10 at home and the Cards are 19-12. Both have losing records on the road. This weekend’s sweep is the first against the Cubs since early April when the Braves brought out the broom at SunTrust Park in Atlanta. Chicago will host the next 7 games and will hopefully reverse their recent skid. 

On the positive side, the cross-town White Sox have been far more successful of late, winning 6 or their last 7, including a sweep of the Royals and 2 of 3 against the Indians at their home, Guaranteed Rate Field. I will always know it as Comiskey Park, even though it was U.S Cellular Park when they last won the World Series in 2005. If it weren’t for the success of the White Sox at home this weekend, baseball would have been a total bummer. It only goes to prove that “there’s no place like home (regardless of what they name it.)”

Old Sport Shorts: Baseball Gods #959

The “Baseball Gods” weren’t very good to me yesterday as my teams were mostly losers. The only exception was the White Sox who one their record 5th straight of the season. To most franchises, this would not be much of an accomplishment but the “Baseball Gods” have not be very favorable to the Sox the last few years. Young players like Yoan Moncada, Carlos Rodon, Lucas Giolito, Tim Anderson, and Eloy Jimenez lead the team that currently sits 10.5 games behind the league leading Twins in the American League Central. Last night they moved past the Indians into second in the standings with a 7-1 head-to-head victory over the Tribe. One more victory and the team will be at .500, a positive step up from last year’s 62-100 season (.383). They were a bright ray of sunshine on yesterday’s dismal scoreboard. Unfortunately, the “Baseball Gods” were unfriendly to Sox fans today.

The Cubs, on the other hand, seem to be resorting back to start-of-the-season bad form when they lost their first three series. They were on a roll until the last place Reds stopped their hot streak with not one but two series losses in May. Then the Cubs traveled to Houston and lost two out of three before last night’s extra inning Cardinals victory at the unfriendly confines of Busch Stadium. To add more salt to the wound, it was the first time the Cards had walked-off all year, to the delight of their obnoxious fans. As a result, the Cubbies are in danger of falling short in their third straight series. If you win each series, you’ll win it all, so any set-back against the rival Cardinals is demoralizing. I was surprised, however, that problem-child Yu Darvish somehow only allowed three hits through 6 innings of work after walking his first two batters. He came away with his sixth straight no-decision and still has an ERA of over 5. This one-run loss was the first example example of how the “Baseball Gods” were not on my side today. 

Before the Cubs loss, I monitored the Indiana Hoosier baseball NCAA tournament opener against Illinois State. After winning the BIG Ten regular season, they fell flat on their faces in tourney action. This misfortune continued into last night’s one-run loss to the Redbirds. Indiana struggled early but came back to tie it in the seventh, only to give up the game winner in the 9th. The “Baseball Gods” were not wearing Cream & Crimson. I.U. did manage to rebound against UIC this afternoon 9-5 to stave off elimination. Will the “Baseball Gods” be there for them tomorrow and Sunday?

Yesterday’s baseball misery continued into the evening in Corvallis where the defending National Champion Oregon State Beavers started their quest for back-to-back titles. Today they are in danger of being the third Championship team in history to be eliminated the year after with two straight losses. It could even happen at home. Last night, they rallied to finally take the lead in the 7th against Cincinnati. However, they too then sadly lost by one in the 9th. The “Baseball Gods” were definitely with them in Omaha during the final game of the College World Series last June when a miss-played foul pop-up gave them the opportunity to capitalize on a second chance at-bat against Arkansas. (See Post #583). Will the “Baseball Gods” answer their comeback prayers today? 

Old Sport Shorts: That’s How The Ball Bounces #950

I happened to be watching the HBO series Deadwood, when I turned over to the BIG 10 baseball tournament from Omaha’s T.D. Ameritrade Stadium. It reminded me of last year’s trip to the College World Series where I watched the Oregon State Beavers outlast the Arkansas Razorbacks for the NCAA National Championship. The winner of the BIG 10 double-elimination tournament is an automatic qualifier for the NCAA tournament and provides a gateway to eventually go to Omaha this year. I.U. won the outright regular season BIG 10 title and finished 24th in the nation, so elimination in this tournament does not necessarily mean their overall chances are over, but will definitely affect their seeding and perhaps home field advantage. 

Perhaps my recent viewing of Deadwood was a premonition of the lack of hitting the team would experience. It’s been “dead wood” in Omaha so far, or should I say aluminum, considering the “Silence of the Bats.” The ball is not bouncing out of the park, as has been the case all year. Team I.U. leads the NCAA Division 1 schools with 90 home runs this year. They lost game one against 8th seed Iowa 4-2 and are in danger of elimination as I watch this afternoon in the loser’s bracket against #4 seed Minnesota. So far, they are “0 for Omaha” in home runs, with only 7 hits yesterday and 3 today, coupled with 5 overall errors. There are still two at-bats for the Hoosiers yet to go, but the Golden Gophers are threatening in the top of the 8th. Let’s see if the ball bounces differently from this point on?

As I switched away from the BIG 10 action (or lack of) in Omaha yesterday, I was hoping for better results from the Cubs and the White Sox last evening. In baseball, after a loss, you don’t have to wait long for another opportunity. I have multiple favorites on both the college and Major League levels, so turning to another channel can often change my luck. The Cubs assured themselves of at least a series tie with the Phillies after an Albert Almora Jr. grand slam. Because of the way the ball bounces in baseball, I do not expect a “W” in every game, but winning or tying each respective series is the key to success over the long season.

The Cubs have been hot in May (14-6) after a slow start this year. The Phillies are also on top of their division, so it’s a formidable match-up at Wrigley Field, where the Cubs have already scored three in the bottom of the 7th to get within striking distance. On another channel, Indiana did not score in the 8th, but staved off another big inning by the Gophers, holding runners off second and third with nobody out. Unfortunately, the top of the 9th was another multi-run disaster, as Minnesota’s 9 overall runs are the most that this I.U. team has given up to any BIG 10 opponent this year.  Flipping back to the Cubs, they are still down 8-6 to Philadelphia after the 7th inning. 

As I wait out the completion of these two games, I also need to salute my White Sox who beat THE hottest team in baseball, the Houston Astros last night, after riding a 9-1 record in the last 10 games. The Sox, 5-5 in that same stretch, have struggled this year, battling to stay in the middle of the American League Central. The Astros had won the first game at Minute Maid Park, and it would take a minor miracle and some lucky bounces to somehow stop their momentum. In fact, it took both a Triple Play, a Grand Slam, and two Eloy Jiminez homers to eventually stun them 9-4. The series finale is tonight.

The ball continues to be bouncing unfavorably today as Indiana fails to score in the 9th and is eliminated from the BIG 10 tournament. Now, back to Deadwood. The Phillies scored again in the 8th and have a three-run lead that the Cubs will have one last chance to overcome. As a result, I may need to rely on the slim chances of the White Sox to brighten my mood, or maybe tonight’s Oregon State game against USC? Let’s see how the ball bounces?

 

 

 

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