Showing posts with label Gabe Kapler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gabe Kapler. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Fitness Protection Program

Rumor has it that after Sunday's 9-7 Brewer victory over the Mets, Gabe Kapler, a one-time fitness magazine cover boy and a minor league manager at this time last year, snuck into the Citi Field construction site and buried one of his pectoral muscles underneath one of the concrete pillars, further cursing the Mets beyond what he did today, which was homer, double twice, and knock home three runs.

As if the Mets need any more curses, between scoring six runs off of Jeff Suppan when they could have used those runs the last time Suppan faced Oliver Perez in Shea Stadium ... and still not being able to take advantage of it.

Speaking of Perez, how is Willie Randolph feeling right now? He blasted Perez for throwing five and two thirds shutout innings after his last start, so I have a feeling that right about now Perez is being sent to bed without dinner and playtime, and has lost his internet privileges for a week. In fairness, as ridiculous as it sounds to blast Ollie for throwing shutout ball (and it is), Perez is past the point where we give him a cookie and a pat on the back for not walking 79 batters (he had three today), no matter what else he did. Perez is past the point of being a reclamation project ... he's a viable major league pitcher now. So blowing a 6-2 lead and getting hit hard is no longer acceptable.

"Bad Ollie ... bad! Go to your room!"

Maybe Willie Randolph will bury Ollie Perez's toys underneath Citi Field's bullpen, just to teach him a lesson.

And then there were those pesky five double plays in a row, including the last one in the eighth when a certain fan favorite was on the mound struggling and refused to throw the ball over the plate, including the ball that Carlos Delgado popped up with two outs and the bases loaded, prompting Guillermo Mota to pump his fist as if it was, oh I don't know ... Game Two of the NLCS?

Perhaps Mota can bury his leftover HGH underneath the Citi Field mound. That oughta seal the Mets fate for decades to come.

A Trip Down Memory Hell

It was exactly 11 months ago yesterday when a Saturday afternoon game featuring Ben Sheets and the Milwaukee Brewers turned into a romp fest for the Beer Heads. Eleven months later, it's Johan Santana instead of a shaky Mike Pelfrey, so this was a game that was supposed to highlight the difference between last season and this season.

Well the only thing different was Gabe Kapler instead of J.J. Hardy going deep (along with Bill Hall and Rickie Weeks) against the Mets and the result was practically the same ... Mets get beat by long balls and Johan Santana losing his Shea debut (and getting booed too ... welcome to the team, Johan!)

The one thing that was similar was the play where Santana went to first base too quickly with Corey Hart on third, Hart walked home as Santana failed to pay attention to him. Eleven months earlier, it was a botched rundown which lead to a Brewer run which should never have scored.

Flashbacks stink. I hope they don't return in my dreams as I sob myself to sleep.