The Ghost of Bob Starr

you have no clue
 
it was a good talk
 
 
 
 
 
 
by me 
 
 
 
 
: )

I hope you don't watch any NCAA sports

edited: Notti (as usual) corrected me. The error was insignificant.

K, dear leader

I'm not a bitter soccer fan, just my personal preference. I don't watch the Olympics. The last time I did was 1984 when I went to several events. That was cool, but it didn't make me a fan. Nobody has to like soccer here. You guys are funny, it's like you're total soccerphobes. Nobody is trying to take your game from you. For me, three hours of baseball with 1,000 commercials became boring for me.
Clearly it's an issue or the MLB wouldn't be trying to speed up play. Hate soccer. Doesn't make any difference to me.

I'd be fine with it but Aybar is switch-hitting veteran that likes to play buntyrunnyball and has just enough speed to think he can steal a base without getting caught...Mike's not moving him down for anyome

I want an Angels jersey with #5 and Mang on the back.

I love the picked up steam winning 6 of their last 10.  I also love how the 1st game I looked at shows the price as $40 when it says no location charges over $30.

Strad, you and I would have loved going to games together when we were 13. I was a stathead. I loved milestones. I was a complete junkie every season hoping someone would break DiMaggio's 56 game streak. I liked watching George Brett (even though I disliked him) go for .400. I took pride when I was 11 that I had memorized the top all-time 20 HR hitters. That list was a constant for a long time until Reggie joined it.
But a few things happened, a started playing fantasy or rotisserie baseball in 87. I became obsessed with the game by game numbers of players, that for the most part I didn't care about the following season. That began the erosion process in my love for the game.
I don't think there was anyone who didn't think McGwire was a juicer when he bombed out 47 or 49 hrs his rookie year (87??). Then the coolness of McGwire and Sosa chasing the HR record lasted about 15 minutes for me. A record that had stood for 45 years, well since 61, was gone.
I always loved the Maris 61 in 162 vs Ruth 60 in 154 debate. I'm a Ruth guy. I can't imagine how amazing it would have been to see him knock out more HRs in a season than teams.
It was inevitable that Bonds, the asshole, would smash the record, leading into more confusion as to asterisks and what's tainted and what isn't. I further began to sour on the game and records. I also continued to age. The kid who loved that stuff from ages 7-13, that memorized stats off the backs of baseball cards religiously, was now 30, and pretty apathetic to what he was seeing.
During this time Ripken broke Gehrig's streak, which I somewhat attribute to luck, good fortune, and some greatness. Once again a long milestone was shattered. Cool for Cal, but another reflection of how things I idolized and worshipped as a kid were fading.
Ultimately, there was Arod. I liked Arod. He was a baller. I hoped, at the very least, he'd be healthy enough to break Bonds record. Again, 755 was my locker code in 6th grade. It sucks Bonds has that. I hated Bonds for a good long time, and most of that stems from a playful debate my buddy and I used to have whether he or Bobby Bonilla was better. As time marched on, I was clearly in the wrong. I like Bonds now. He's an asshole. He owned it, and he mashed the ball, juiced or not. He was also colluded against. There's no reason he couldn't have played a few more years with his talent and ability.
Back to Arod. When he was busted for the PEDs, I ultimately faced the fact that the last 20 years of baseball is a mystery. Who is juicing. Who isn't? Which records are sacred anymore, which aren't. I was pretty disenchanted with a game that I idolized. I had survived two strikes, and a lot of shitty baseball from the Angels since I can remember (76-77.)
I loved records and milestones, but they somewhat depress me. I used to know every single pitcher that threw a perfect game. Then it seemed like there was a spurt of them, and they didn't seem so magical. Dallas Braeden? I am more passionate about Jim Joyce fûcked up Armando Gallaraga's perfect game.
I will probably be really bummed out when some dude breaks DiMaggio's streak and he's out of the league two years later. It's too bad Rose, Tony Gwynn, or Boggs couldn't own it. They deserve it. Trout would be an awesome guy to possess that record.
I probably am in the camp that Pujols probably has had a career that's probably scientifically-aided. I can be naive and hope that he's pure. I have no idea. Him climbing the ranks is cool. I always disliked Mike Schmidt, for no legitimate reason, and never wanted him to pass Reggie.
If Albert can continue rocking it, I like it. It's much more fun to see him hit bombs, than grounders to third.
Ultimately, following the game today is unlike it was when I really loved it in the 70s and early 80s when the game being on TV was a real treat, and Dick Enberg and Don Dysdale then Bob Starr and Ron Fairly gave me the magic. And I would call Angel talk after many games, just because I loved it so much.
I wish I could step into the 1920s for a week and watch Cobb and Ruth play and check out some of the parks that don't exist anymore.
Getting old is a bummer. It's almost comical the stats that exist these days. I don't know what half of them mean anymore. I believe in their value, but I'm too busy to really figure out or care about them. The best joy is when I will rarely go to an Angel game and hit BP. My kids love yelling at players and getting balls and autographs. Their joy, is my joy.
I know people call me a troll on this board, but like you have said about me, I have passion for the team. I pretty much watch most games if I'm home. My wife nor kids aren't interested in watching. They are buried in their cellphones, tablets, computers, homework, or practicing soccer or karate for hours and hours.
I wish I could go back to being a kid, pretending to be Nolan Ryan, pitching against my garage, or pretending to be A left-handed Bob Grich, fielding hundreds of grounders a day off the pitchback, or pretending to be Reggie, swinging out of my shoes at the batting cages. It was much easier then, watching the game with my dad. I used to new score and still have my scorebook from when I was 10.
I guess in the end, my love of baseball sort of morphs into my own personal milestones, as they pertain to the game.
Hey at least 383 still stands, right?

Every AB Mang.

We missed out on Howie's 250th career double and his 800th career strikeout. Dammit.

This is the type of guy that would be in the main forum complaining that Trout strikes out too much.  
 
The guy is one of the greatest comedy legends of all time.  Everyone has their nitch.  His has never been to be crude and offensive.  IN fact when he does swear it is funny because he never does it.
 
Who cares?  Whether you like him or not he is a legend.  

Most frequent google searches on my devices
 
"Asian Doctor"
"Asian Businessman"
"Asian Jockey"
"Asian Jew"
"Legal Age of Consent in _________"

Eithier will at least contribute by bringing the hottie latinas over to our park.

+1

Strad, you and I would have loved going to games together when we were 13. I was a stathead. I loved milestones. I was a complete junkie every season hoping someone would break DiMaggio's 56 game streak. I liked watching George Brett (even though I disliked him) go for .400. I took pride when I was 11 that I had memorized the top all-time 20 HR hitters. That list was a constant for a long time until Reggie joined it.
But a few things happened, a started playing fantasy or rotisserie baseball in 87. I became obsessed with the game by game numbers of players, that for the most part I didn't care about the following season. That began the erosion process in my love for the game.
I don't think there was anyone who didn't think McGwire was a juicer when he bombed out 47 or 49 hrs his rookie year (87??). Then the coolness of McGwire and Sosa chasing the HR record lasted about 15 minutes for me. A record that had stood for 45 years, well since 61, was gone.
I always loved the Maris 61 in 162 vs Ruth 60 in 154 debate. I'm a Ruth guy. I can't imagine how amazing it would have been to see him knock out more HRs in a season than teams.
It was inevitable that Bonds, the asshole, would smash the record, leading into more confusion as to asterisks and what's tainted and what isn't. I further began to sour on the game and records. I also continued to age. The kid who loved that stuff from ages 7-13, that memorized stats off the backs of baseball cards religiously, was now 30, and pretty apathetic to what he was seeing.
During this time Ripken broke Gehrig's streak, which I somewhat attribute to luck, good fortune, and some greatness. Once again a long milestone was shattered. Cool for Cal, but another reflection of how things I idolized and worshipped as a kid were fading.
Ultimately, there was Arod. I liked Arod. He was a baller. I hoped, at the very least, he'd be healthy enough to break Bonds record. Again, 755 was my locker code in 6th grade. It sucks Bonds has that. I hated Bonds for a good long time, and most of that stems from a playful debate my buddy and I used to have whether he or Bobby Bonilla was better. As time marched on, I was clearly in the wrong. I like Bonds now. He's an asshole. He owned it, and he mashed the ball, juiced or not. He was also colluded against. There's no reason he couldn't have played a few more years with his talent and ability.
Back to Arod. When he was busted for the PEDs, I ultimately faced the fact that the last 20 years of baseball is a mystery. Who is juicing. Who isn't? Which records are sacred anymore, which aren't. I was pretty disenchanted with a game that I idolized. I had survived two strikes, and a lot of shitty baseball from the Angels since I can remember (76-77.)
I loved records and milestones, but they somewhat depress me. I used to know every single pitcher that threw a perfect game. Then it seemed like there was a spurt of them, and they didn't seem so magical. Dallas Braeden? I am more passionate about Jim Joyce fûcked up Armando Gallaraga's perfect game.
I will probably be really bummed out when some dude breaks DiMaggio's streak and he's out of the league two years later. It's too bad Rose, Tony Gwynn, or Boggs couldn't own it. They deserve it. Trout would be an awesome guy to possess that record.
I probably am in the camp that Pujols probably has had a career that's probably scientifically-aided. I can be naive and hope that he's pure. I have no idea. Him climbing the ranks is cool. I always disliked Mike Schmidt, for no legitimate reason, and never wanted him to pass Reggie.
If Albert can continue rocking it, I like it. It's much more fun to see him hit bombs, than grounders to third.
Ultimately, following the game today is unlike it was when I really loved it in the 70s and early 80s when the game being on TV was a real treat, and Dick Enberg and Don Dysdale then Bob Starr and Ron Fairly gave me the magic. And I would call Angel talk after many games, just because I loved it so much.
I wish I could step into the 1920s for a week and watch Cobb and Ruth play and check out some of the parks that don't exist anymore.
Getting old is a bummer. It's almost comical the stats that exist these days. I don't know what half of them mean anymore. I believe in their value, but I'm too busy to really figure out or care about them. The best joy is when I will rarely go to an Angel game and hit BP. My kids love yelling at players and getting balls and autographs. Their joy, is my joy.
I know people call me a troll on this board, but like you have said about me, I have passion for the team. I pretty much watch most games if I'm home. My wife nor kids aren't interested in watching. They are buried in their cellphones, tablets, computers, homework, or practicing soccer or karate for hours and hours.
I wish I could go back to being a kid, pretending to be Nolan Ryan, pitching against my garage, or pretending to be A left-handed Bob Grich, fielding hundreds of grounders a day off the pitchback, or pretending to be Reggie, swinging out of my shoes at the batting cages. It was much easier then, watching the game with my dad. I used to new score and still have my scorebook from when I was 10.
I guess in the end, my love of baseball sort of morphs into my own personal milestones, as they pertain to the game.
Hey at least 383 still stands, right?

Weekly? Come on now, that's absurd.
 
It changes every inning.

Wait, so AW doesn't hate Albert right now? I can't keep up with who we want off our team and who we want to stay. It changes weekly.

Bats need hats. Gracias amigo.

I want an Angels jersey with #5 and Mang on the back.

I can use the letters s-h-I-t elsewhere. Good suggestion. Much cheaper.

We sure could use one.

Can't wait to see your "wang" post.

I feel a big night for the Mang tonight against the Rays.

I want an Angels jersey with #5 and Mang on the back.