Surprise, surprise. Tiger fan and irresponsible baseball blogger Allen Krause blasphemies the grand achievements of our national pastime by belittling the .400 batting average, I put him in his place by blasting him for it and he goes absolutely silent — no rebuttal, no defense, no comment.
Welcome to Red State Blue State — where US Americans come to read about baseball and politics while watching me debate an imaginary friend. Mr. Krause, if you’re out there, holla.
I suppose this is fundamental of any dispute: one person (me) is right and the other (Al) is wrong and the wrong one tends to get lost among the exactitude of the right. RSBS is not immune to this. There is no gray, middle ground — not here. Sure, I am aware that my loud anecdotal quips of baseball-politico wisdom may just be too intimidating for my opponent to handle, but there’s a time when one has to go to bat and that time is now, Al.
As a strong believer in the imminent change of hope politics on the horizon of this great nation, I too hope that some day Allen and I can come together, despite our differences, for the good of RSBS, for the good of baseball, for the good of the people… much like these pairings:
Obama/McCain Side By Side at Tim Russert Memorial
Tim Russert was a paragon of intestinal fortitude — a man I strive to emulate — and as he was remembered today, I couldn’t help but think about his great big smile (wherever he is) watching these two candidates side by side honoring his memory, his guts, his vigor. As an American, that image stuck out to me — made me proud.
So long, Tim.
Mark & Sammy
It may seem like a stretch, but it’s not: McCain/Obama, Repulicans/Democrats, Cubs/Cardinals. Generally speaking, they strongly dislike one another. McCain and Obama at the memorial today reminded me of that magical summer of 1998, when natural enemies Mark McGwire (a Cardinal) and Sammy Sosa (a Cub) came together and put on a magnificent display of power, destroying the single season homerun record in a derby-like fashion that captivated the entire nation.
Of course, now we know they were cheating, which kind of kills the ‘magical’ part, but cheating or not, they were side by side, laughing, fist pumping, scratching their balls.
So far this year, Cubs fans are asking themselves: “How are we this good?”
At least we can agree on something…
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Excuse me, Mr. Krause, I didn’t know that you were stumping for office. You see, I must admit that you indeed fit the mold. You are quite good at flip-flopping positions and sighting “literary technique” as an excuse for your haphazard quips and careless backstreet follies. Let’s face it, Al. You’re wrong and I expect you to start rolling up your sleeves and kissing babies any minute.
So while you do that, let me play the role of *high-road pundit and pull back the *proverbial curtain on your shortcomings. (*These are literary techniques used to ridicule and embarrass. You see, there is no such thing as an ‘high-road pundit’ and ‘proverbial’ references a really groovy book in the bible. These are techniques that *slick willies [oops, another literary technique known as senseless name-calling] like Allen Krause use when trying to *pull the wool over our eyes [just a dumb cliche].)
“…fans, especially new ones and for better or for worse, are much more
willing to pay money to see home runs than they are to see drawn out
pitchers duels. Do you like the new Busch Stadium? Do you think it
would have been built if the Cards would have had Greg Maddux instead
of McGwire? Yeah, I think not.”
–Allen Krause, The Incredible Lightness of Being…obtuse
First of all, the Atlanta Braves did have Greg Maddux and I’d say he was an integral part (if not the part) that shaped and revitalized an otherwise dying franchise during the 90s. That new stadium they got built down there during his tenure as their posterboy? Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure the Atlanta fans like it a lot and owe much of its existence to Mr. Maddux himself. So to say fans can’t/won’t appreciate superior pitching because they want more *bang for their buck (literary technique) makes you the blogging equivalent of Michael Dukakis in a tank — it just don’t make sense.
Secondlly, would the Cardinals have a new Busch were it not for McGwire? I think the bigger, more important question is would any team have a new ballpark (or fans for that matter) without McGwire. And I include the fantasyland amusement park known as Comerica in there too. You see, if it weren’t for that magical summer of ’98 when Mark and Sammy brought the game back to the fans after years of bitterness and neglect, we might be talking about the lackluster Reno Tigers rather than the Hockeytown Tigers that are stumbling along right now. For that egregious error, you owe a humble apology to both McGwire and Sosa… and me, of course.
My suggestion for you is the following: in the future, instead of trying to hyperbolize to make a point, try to simply *analyze instead. (*This is yet another literary technique called ‘rhyming’ which is often used by Shakespeare, leprechauns and Method Man with varying levels of success. In fact, it was Method Man himself who once said: “Can’t forget Bobby if I did I feel gip, like my sandwich ain’t a sandwich without Miracle Whip.”)
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
P.S. Pop the champagne! The Tigers finally won a game! But they’re still 5 games behind the Royals. And for all of you who demand the Jason Grilli ERA Watch, it now stands at 19.29. Whoa, watch out! He’s on fire!
The score that matters: Cardinals 6, Astros 4
Look who’s in first place.
Note to Brandon Backe: don’t mess with the best, pal.