Superstition is not something I find myself drawn to ordinarily; however, certain recent circumstances have led me to question even my own staunch stance in reality. On Saturday, while witnessing Anibal Sanchez’s no-hit bid against the lowly Indians, I thought to myself, surely my obstinate and beleaguered colleague, Mr. Krause, is enjoying this little bit of history-in-the-making.
To be sure, I sent him a simple (non-superstitious text) that read: You know what’s happening right now, don’t you?
Unfortunately, as the baseball gods shook their invisible heads in shame, Mr. Krause responded with a phone call, to ask me what I was talking about, and as soon as I answered the phone, Carlos Santana drove a deep drive over Austin Jackson’s head and the drama was dead.
Good job, Mr. Krause. Seems to be quite the formula for the Tigers this season: flashes of brilliance followed by complete disappointment. How long will the White Sox stay ahead of the Tigers? Until the end of the season. That’s how I see it.
As for me and my Cardinal fanatic family, sure we’ve been victimized by the same sort of blasé play lately; but never fear… our SAVIOR will be HERE… FRIDAY.
Hate me ‘cuz it’s Monday, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
So much awesomeness has taken over the baseball-politico world lately — 2011 finally found itself a no-hitter, Al Qaeda lost its head, Glenn Beck still doesn’t have his own network — that we thought it’d be nice to share an equally surprising story.
Lucky for you, the RSBS interns dug up somethin’ real niiiiiiiiice.
Most people know about Doc Ellis’ LSD-aided no-hitter… it’s just more fun to hear him tell it in his own words:
And so in this Podcast…
…the fullest, rawest, most awe inspiring podcast yet, RSBS convenes as Jeff, Allen, Johanna and special guest Mark Piebenga from Second City all come together for one rip-roarin’ time! Among the topics of conversation (sponsored by Lifestyles and encouraged by Miller Lite) are strains to one’s right glute, burning one’s hand on the hot stove, hiding one’s pain with the NBA… and much, much more!
All to make you smiley face!
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For more on Mark’s work on RSBS‘ Ninemen’s Morris series, check out this story then click on the Ninemen’s Morris tag at the bottom for more early 20th century hilarity!
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Recorded Wednesday, November 17, 2010
In the old Wyatt Earp legends, you never knew what Doc Holliday had left in him. That’s why he was so dangerous. Sure, he was tubercular. Sometimes those coughing fits made you sure he already had one foot in the grave. But when a man no longer fears death because he’s stared it straight in the face and then made a gentleman’s agreement, you’d sure rather have him on your side at that point.
So is it any surprise that, despite being worked like a plow-horse for the last several years and staring the death of his dreams in the face while playing in Toronto, our modern-day Doc Halladay has proven just as dangerous as his namesake?
This is why the Phillies went out and got him. A mercenary gunslinger with something to prove but nothing to lose makes for a great story. And with a second no-hitter under his belt this season and the first one in the playoffs since Larsen did it up back in the day, Halladay’s story sounds almost as good as the Tombstone legend.
The Phillies have plenty more to look forward to, too. Doc Holliday managed to stay alive all the way to ripe old age of 36. Hey, three more years of baseball is practically a career, at least if you’re Mark Prior.