Bat Flip to Save a Life: We’ve been talking about bat flips and unwritten rules and playing the game the Right Way. Here’s another enlightened player to add to our group – Twins part time pitcher and full time garbageman Ricky Nolasco. Today, he literally threatened Cleveland’s Jose Ramirez in a postgame interview that you can easily find on Twitter:
It’s pretty horseshit. He’ll get his, don’t worry.
What did he do that was so bad? He hit a homer off of him and then flipped his bat, that’s what. I wish that Zack Greinke faced off against this d-nozz on the reg and bat flipped for every damn thing. Bat flip for singles, bat flip for homers, bat flip for frickin’ sac bunts. I think I’m going to carry a bat with me to work and flip it just because.
Waino, Still Bueno: My default setting in life is to hate everything even remotely related to the St. Louis Cardinals. Not only because I am a Cubs fan but because my entire family are Cards fans and I generally do everything they don’t do. My other default setting is to follow and admire great pitchers because that’s my truest passion in life, watching great pitching. So when it comes to Adam Wainwright, I am torn asunder.
However, my Cards hate cannot conquer for love of great pitching, and so I was pleased to see that Waino pitched in relief for the Red Birds today. What a tremendous achievement.
Out of this World: Astros win tonight and now have a real shot of getting the second wild card spot in the AL. Can anyone really believe that this is the world we’re living in? A world in which the Cubs, Blue Jays, Mets, and Astros are among the league elite and the paper Champion Nationals are going to be experiencing the playoffs at their local Buffalo Wild Wings? This is an awesome time to be alive and I, for one, am glad to see fresh faces and fanbases in the mix.
Also, speaking of Houston, El Oso Astro has thirteen triples this season. Evan Gattis. Thirteen triples. Sometimes I think maybe I’m experiencing a delayed reaction from all the high powered meds I had to take as a child when I see stuff like this. All I know is that Atlanta sure misses that big ol’ bear.