You see in the media that this is the halfway point of the season, even though the next game is game 91 for Our Marines, 54 games left in the season. It must be the “halfway” point and I’ve missed the punctuation. The curse of the hat – over. The next time I wore it […]
I took a break from writing, the Marines took a break from winning. Actually, the first week I didn’t write anything was due to the games running so-o-o late. Lotte played 12 inning games on consecutive nights (tying one, losing the other very very badly in the 12th), the second of which went so late
Let’s whip out the usual travel checklist: – Half day off on Friday: check – Nice outfield seats in hand: check – Train tickets, hotel: check – Uniform, flag, towel: check – Voice rested, ready to be destroyed my cheering at maximum volume: check – Camera packed, all charged up: errr… Yup, road trip time.
Late in Tuesday’s game with Los Gigantes del Yomiuri I had a chat with one of the Chiba Marine security guards I know in passing. Him: “This feels good.” Me: “Yeah, yeah it does.” Him: “I went to both of the games in Tokyo Dome. Bad, very bad.” Me: “Mmm.” Him: ((pauses)) “This feels REALLY
Where did all this pitching come from? In the last three games we’ve seen great pitching from Yoshimi, Shunsuke, Itoh, Yabuta, and Kobayashi. Tonight we added to that list with Bill Murphy, Kentaro Hashimoto, and Takuya Furuya. Aren’t we supposed to be limping, imploring our wounded arms to get better soon? Aren’t we supposed be
