I suppose I always figured this day would come, but it is what it is. With the contamination of the the last redoubt of genuine baseball by that rulebook lobotomy I call the Neanderthal hitter, my interest in the game … Continue reading
Feesh backup catcher Francisco Cervelli is Venezuelan with Italian grandparents, and he was taught to cook, well, at an early age. He’s been spending quarantine with his Macondo extended family by offering a video cooking class every week or so … Continue reading
I’ve been so busy taking advantage of the wholesale deprivation of my constitutional rights by this radical/liberal/socialist/communist virus to get my book(s) and article(s) edited for publishers who aren’t even coming to work these days that I’ve been neglecting my … Continue reading
I confess to feeling a bit like tiptoeing through a graveyard here, so quiet have things been lately, but since I’m not taking anything back to my laboratory I figgered I’d let you know the Feesh have signed free agent, … Continue reading
Somebody please wake me when the orfseason is over?
Give beisbol a break for a moment. I was too old to have watched Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood as a child. My heroes were Godzilla, Rodan, Moe, Larry, Curly and Bela Lugosi. However, I was a somewhat older dad, my daughter … Continue reading
A quick note before I relate this latest misadventure of the star-crossed Macondo franchise: I will no longer waste my time trying to upload images to this lame, primitive site only to be greeted by a message that the file … Continue reading
Whelp, I don’t know about your rooting innerests but the Feesh have got some weird stuff to do this orfseason. They will be replacing an even dozen free agent or retirement holes in the roster, trying to protect their best … Continue reading
History will report the 2019 Bums season died due to their boolpen collapse in the top of the 10th, crowned by the hammer blow of Howie Kendricks. But I’m here to disabuse you of that fancy. No, the end began … Continue reading
Two more teams about whom I couldn’t care less, playing a dumbed down version of baseball designed for the lowbrow set, collide tonight…er…someplace. I like Oakland but really haven’t paid that much attention to either team this season. My choice is based mainly on Oakland featuring Yoshi’s sushi bar and jazz club. It’s also not far from East Bay Vivarium, a terrific reptile store in Berkeley.
But the rest of you, go ahead and talk about it. Yawn.
A couple of weeks ago one of the regular Feesh Stripes correspondents summarized a prior night’s blowout as a “tough loss,” and I demurred. To me, a “tough loss” was a synonym for “one that got away,” a game you … Continue reading
Right now, there is exactly one, and only one, genuinely marketable Feesh plying the waters of Macondo Banana Massacre Field, namely, catcher Jorge Alfaro. Traded to the Teal Terroirs for J T Realmuto just prior to spring training: Alfaro has … Continue reading
Opening day dawned windy and wet here in Macondo, quivering on the cusp of monsoon season. Fans, such as Beep Beep’s ham-handed, blundering efforts at community relations have left identifying themselves as such, occupied Macondo Banana Massacre Field to the … Continue reading
Macondoans, our long local nightmare is over. The purgatory of J T Realmuto ended yesterday when he was traded to the land of horrible horsemeat and Velveeta™ sandwiches, or, from a more positive perspective, to a genuine contender. Yes, he’ll … Continue reading