THE JIGGERNAUT,

Official Publication of the

Special Edition of

From the Bullpen

Official Publication of The Hot Stove League

Eastern Nebraska Division

2004 Season          Edition No. 26

August 24, 2004

Guest Editor:  Itchie

 

SPECIAL EDITION OF THE JIGGERNAUT

DREAMS OF SAN DIEGO……………………………COME TRUE

Another HSL annual league trip is officially in the books, and man was it a Winner, with a capital freakin W.

A great salesman once said, when asked about his product line, "I sell dreams". For each of the league members participating on this trip, we bought that dream, and San Diego was a baseball fan’s dream come true.

This year’s junket had an excellent turnout, with 10 of the 13 league members participating. Although not without a few bumps in the road, the overall experience dictates that we would have to rate this trip as one of the finest ever assembled. Details will follow, but suffice to say that Magpie and Tirebiter outdid themselves, and may have just earned themselves a job as permanent travel agents.

The Bumps

There was the usual fretting going on prior to departure, with Skippy contacting me via fax, e-mail, cell phone, home phone, and carrier pigeon in an effort to determine just how many hours before scheduled takeoff that I was going to pick him up. I got him on board about 9:10, a full 90 minutes prior to our 10:40 (or was it 10:30?) departure. After stopping once to see if he’d forgotten the airline tickets, I noticed that we had plenty of time to get to Eppley, so I thought it was only appropriate that I give Dave the opportunity to see the area where I spent the days of my youth. Who among you wouldn’t want to see the field where I played my first baseball game, visit my childhood home, and walk the halls of my elementary school? Next time, give me a call well in advance and I will arrange the tour for the entire league.

It was getting to be close to 10:00, so I reluctantly agreed, after much prodding and pleading, that we should cut the tour short and head for the airport. Being familiar with the neighborhood, I knew a few shortcuts that would expedite our path to the airport and save us a few minutes; I just didn’t know that the roads would be closed. Damned Mike Fahey, he’s got to hurry up and get this city finished. I also failed to anticipate that a train may block our path for several minutes. When this did in fact occur, we patiently waited and watched as the union card toting, hourly paid switchman finished his coffee, put down his paper, and leisurely sauntered over to the switch to complete his assigned task, once he was damned good and ready to do it. The train moved, and we were once again on our way.

We boarded our luxury jet in plenty of time (in retrospect, we probably would have had enough time to see the swimming pool where I took my first lessons), and we were on our way to the city by the sea. The flights themselves were without incident, save for the commotion generated when our flight attendant became incredulous and asked the aforementioned Tirebiter, within earshot of the entire aircraft, "You want ANOTHER beer?" And his response, you wonder? YES I DO.

San Diego

Things started out great in SD and only got better from there. We arrived at Petco Park early for Friday night’s game, in order to check out all the details and architectural nuances of this unique stadium. Certain entrances and areas of the stadium do not have as much "curb appeal" as others, but nine out of the ten league members in attendance felt that the stadium kind of "grew on us" and we would likely rank it among our top ten venues to watch a ball game, if not top five. It doesn’t hurt to have clear skies, 75 degrees, and no wind every day, coupled with some fabulous scenery of the "two legged dear" variety, not to mention excellent seats with a waitress! The waterfalls at the main entrance, the Western Auto parts store built into the stadium, the palm trees, and the large twin towers all made it interesting for the first time visitors. Oh, the one member who didn’t particularly care for this jewel? None other than our beloved Stretch McCurmudgeon. From the elongated one’s perspective, there were a host of problems with this deal, including, but not limited to (as you lawyers like to say):

- Clips of dogs dressed in Padre clothes - No beer vendors patrolling the stands
- A red and blue Cat Mascot - Loud stadium music
- A Padre Dog mascot - A talkative know-it-all in his section

These factors, coupled with Dontrelle Willis bringing out the Blue Tips and tossing them on the gas can, made for a somewhat miserable experience for Stretch. I think it may have also had something to do with the fact that there was no San Diego Chicken in sight, making it impossible for Blongo to write the trip expenses off as a legal matter associated with his landmark case. That is one angry man.

Additional highlights during the ballgame included a three run dinger by Ramon Hernandez and a solo shot by Mark Loretta of the Padres, and a stellar 30 point outing from Skipjack minor leaguer Brian Lawrence. All in all, an excellent first night.

Apres Game

After the game, the boys decided to sample some of the San Diego nightlife, and no one was disappointed. Jimmy Love’s served as the primer, with yours truly pre-sampling numerous versions of alcohol to ensure that the concoctions were safe for my fellow brethren to imbibe. Mission accomplished.

From there, it was on to a local Disco bar for a return in time to the 70’s. Possum brought out his tye-dye shirt and purple granny glasses and performed a rendition of "the Hustle", much to the astonishment (and chagrin) of those around him. Brain surgery does funny things to people, and is not recommended unless required. Thank goodness for shock collars.

We did have one scare during the postgame festivities, as a panic-stricken Shamu placed an urgent phone call to the Skipper, distraught at the prospect of being ditched by the rest of the league posse and being left behind with Magpie and Possum. Based on the tone of his voice, you would have thought he received a weekend sentence to a jail cell with a couple of horny prisoners named Bubba and Ramrod. Shamu eventually caught up to the rest of the crew, his worst nightmare being avoided.

The night ended without further incident, with a high stakes game of Texas Hold ‘em being held in public view in the hotel lobby bar capping off the evening, or early morning as it was.

Saturday

Most of us shot out of bed Saturday morning, well rested from a night of peaceful slumber in our posh accommodations. As with most situations, there was an exception here as well. It seems that Screech, being only a one year veteran of these trips, was not experienced enough to avoid the two cardinal sins on an HSL trip:

  1. Never room with Blongo unless you’ve brought along earplugs
  2. If you’re not savvy enough to avoid number one, make sure you get to sleep first, or there will be no sleep at all.

Needless to say, Screech was never the same. He was driven to chain smoke the rest of the trip and walked about in a trance-like state for the remainder of his stay, mumbling incoherently about Juan Encarnacion.

Once we gained some sustenance, we boarded our limos stocked with alcohol for the short jaunt up to Del Mar and our crack at winning a few Benjamins wagering on the gluepots. Itchie Magic once again reigned supreme, as the betting windows turned into my personal ATM. I don’t see what’s so difficult about betting on horses. Find the horse that has the pink silks with the diamond, and if their number is divisible by three, then they’re the winner. Bet them along with every other nag in the race, and you’ve got yourself an exacta winner. Get with it fellas.

Del Mar is a beautiful setting, with a well manicured racetrack, an excellent facility, and prime seating in the front row on a perfect day for the boys from the HSL. This was definitely a very enjoyable diversion as we primed for our second trip to Bark Park.

Once again, limos arrived and we made it to the stadium in good stead, after a short tour of Torrey Pines and a breathtaking look at the Pacific Ocean en route. At the stadium, we indulged ourselves with a pre-game feast on world famous Randy Jones Barbecue as we anticipated that evening’s matchup between World Series hero Josh Beckett and Adam Eaton of the Padres.

Beckett did not disappoint, with a solid pitching outing backed by his own run scoring double, and the Marlins rolled to the win. In an effort to totally discredit the Ryan Klesko Theory that balls just won’t carry out of that park, light hitting Khalil Greene effortlessly launched a homer close to 400 feet for the Pads. Take that, Klecker.

Other significant events of note involved our inclusion as part of the largest crowd in the history of Petco Park, and our witnessing of the Major League debut of pitcher Steve Watkins for the Padres. When he’s inducted in to the HOF twenty years from now, we’ll be able to say "We were there" for his debut.

Saturday evening’s postgame was slightly tamer, with the consensus entertainment decision to gather at a local pub and re-live a few of the highlights of Mouse’s renowned sexual prowess as well as the curious collegiate study habits of the esteemed barristers in our group. The two conclusions I could draw from the conversation include some strong advice that I would offer to my acquaintances:

1. If you have legal problems, do not (I repeat do not) engage the services of a UNL law school graduate. Based on the stories I heard, the UNL Law School may have been considered an institution of higher learning, but only as it relates to such matters as cards, alcohol consumption, class skipping, and carnal knowledge.
   
2. If you are on the back side, throw it in there.

During the evening, we were also fortunate enough to witness the generosity of Shamu, as he befriended a homeless Bushman and proceeded to provide him with the one thing he so desperately needed, a glass of beer. It’s heartwarming to see such humanity firsthand, and I’m quite sure Shamu made a compadre/compatriot/companion/special friend for life.

Sunday

Sunday was a day of recovery, as the HSL’ers packed up to head back home. I thought perhaps it was Groundhog Day, as I watched Shamu speed through the buffet line in a mesh shirt…didn’t I see him eating in a mesh shirt on Friday…..didn’t I see him eating in a mesh shirt on Saturday….oh well, I must be getting old.

Special recognition once again goes to Mitch and Jim for flexing their corporate muscles and landing us great ballgame tickets, comp’ed limos (that’s free, please don’t argue), a box at Del Mar, and the opportunity to get together and talk baseball with a bunch of good guys.

Let’s start planning next year’s trip and do it all over again.

Best of luck getting to the finish line..it looks like it’s going to be a barnburner.

Itchie

POINT TOTALS

FOR WEEK 20

 

1.

Redbirds

467.0

2.

Reds

465.5

3.

Chiefs

462.0

4.

Blues

417.5

5.

Bombers

379.5

6.

Wahoos

362.5

7.

Tigers

354.5

(T)

Skipjacks

354.5

9.

Senators

350.5

10.

Cubs

329.0

11.

Irates

240.0

12.

Tribe

203.0

 

 

STANDINGS THRU

August 22, 2004

 

1.

Wahoos

7608.0

2.

Skipjacks

7569.0

3.

Redbirds

7496.5

4.

Senators

7459.0

5.

Tigers

7458.0

6.

Reds

7191.0

7.

Bombers

6871.5

8.

Irates

6827.5

9.

Cubs

6810.0

10.

Chiefs

6729.0

11.

Blues

6620.0

12.

Tribe

5115.5

 

 

 

 

SKIP'S BLIPS

 
° Thanks to Itchie for his annual recounting of The Trip highlights, low points, midpoints and all points in between. Without his always-amusing annual recapitulation of our individual and collective antics, monkeyshines and tomfoolery, we might not remember why it is that we do this annual HSL junket.
   
° Repeated thanks to Tricko and Jim Ed for all of their work in orchestrating this year’s simply splendid sojourn to San Diego. It was definitely one for the ages and the archives.
   
° Back to Ground Zero. The pennant race remains white-hot, with Possum maintaining his overall lead in actual points to stay in 1st on a real time basis, but with Jim Ed putting together a monstrous Week 19 to grab the lead on a Projected Points basis. From here on in, deft management, blind luck, and of course, the Baseball Gods will dictate which of the five (okay, Tricko, six) contenders finishes 2004 on top. Not to jinx my law partner, but I like Tirebiter’s chances as good as anyone’s, with his superior starting pitching and with his every day personnel led by the matchless Barry Bonds. Big Guy’s squad is still in the thick of things, if they can avoid injuries and bad luck, and of course, Itchie’s team will always be in it so long as he and his Midas touch are running the organization.
   
° Speaking of Bonds, you may not like him, you may even dislike him, but you have to tip your hat to him. The guy is a phenomenal hitting machine, even in the post-steroids era. After his 4-for-4, 2 BB performance on Saturday, Bonds’ batting average through games of Sunday, August 22, was .371, tops in the National League, and his on-base percentage through the same date was .612, which is a truly remarkable number. Consider this: Bonds already has the season record for on-base percentage, which is .582, established by him in 2001. This was of course the year that he hit 73 home runs and got walked about a million times because everyone was afraid to pitch to him. After Bonds, the second highest on-base percentage for a single season is .553, established by none other than the Splendid Splinter, Ted Williams, in his fabulous 1941 season when he hit .406. Even though Teddy Ballgame was a consummate strike zone man who almost always refused to swing at pitches outside the strike zone, therefore engendering a lot of walks, and even though pitchers obviously pitched very carefully to him in 1941 when he was tearing up the league with his .406 batting average, he still only got on base about 55% of the time, compared to Bonds’ 61% this season. As long as he keeps making pitchers pay for their mistakes, the walks will come, and come season’s end we are likely to have the first (and maybe last) 60-percenter in OBP.
   
° In the Same Time, Last Year department, Week 20 of the 2003 campaign saw the Senators holding down 1st place with 7559 points, followed by the Reds with 7506 points. There’s nothing like being the frontrunner with six full weeks to go.
   
° Apparently by his own design, U-Bob is on target to set an all-time league record for worst team point totals. There was speculation on the trip that U-Bob is intentionally tanking the season by keeping his top players in the minors, and not running with a full 20-man crew in his majors. Those of us who know that Underbelly would never make a mockery of our league realize that what U-Bob is doing is punishing his bad players by keeping them in the minors, teaching them a lesson or two about who is really in charge. Wow. This is Al-Haig scary.
   
° I failed to share with you a few PETCO Park firsts that I got off the internet last week prior to our trip: Here goes:
  GAME
04/08/2004 Giants 3, Padres 4 (10 innings)
Umpires Mike Winters, Dana DeMuth
  Brian Runge, Kerwin Danley
Managers Bruce Bochy, Padres
  Felipe Alou, Giants
Starting Pitchers David Wells, Padres
  Dustin Hermanson, Giants
Ceremonial Pitch      President Jimmy Carter, Bud Selig
  S.D. Mayor Dick Murphy
Attendance 41,400
Batter Ray Durham (fly out)
Hit Brian Giles (single)
Run Khalil Greene
RBI Sean Burroughs
Single Brian Giles
Double Sean Burroughs
Triple Brian Giles (04/11/2004)
Home Run Marquis Grissom
Stolen Base Adam Eaton, Sean Burroughs (04/13/2004)
Win Eddie Oropesa
Loss Matt Herges
Shutout Randy Johnson (04/16/2004)
Save Trevor Hoffman (04/10/2004)
Hit by Pitch David Wells hit Yorvit Torrealba
Wild Pitch Kaz Ishii (04/14/2004)
Balk Sergio Mitre (05/15/2004)
   
° The first-ever game at PETCO Park happened on April 8, 2004, exactly 35 years to the day from the opening of San Diego Stadium (as it was known prior to being named after Jack Murphy) on April 8, 1969. In that inaugural game, the Padres bested the Astros by a score of 2-1, with Dick Selma getting the win and Don Wilson getting the loss. Preston Gomez was the first manager of the Padres, and he was pitted against Harry "The Hat" Walker for the Astros in that first-ever game. Ed Spiezio, father of Scott Spiezio, hit the first home run in San Diego Stadium history, on that April 9 opening day.
   
   

 

 

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