Hide Your Kids, Hide Your Wife

There are few things in life more satisfying than taking two out of three from the California Angels. While the soft underbelly of my fandom is frequently exposed by all manner of benign American league foes, the Angels are one of the few clubs that still feel my rancor.

I hate the Angels. I strongly dislike Mike Scioscia and his Mike Scioscia face. I don't like Erick Aybar or anything named Izturis. I like Mike Napoli mostly because Scioscia clearly doesn't. First K-Rod and now Fuentes. Hate.

Which makes it all the most satisfying when Ricky Romero strolls into his home park, mere hours after doing right by his parents, and shuts their sorry asses down. It's great stuff.

Just like the great stuff Marc Rzepcynzki had on Friday night. As per a request in the comment section, I'm going to take a closer look at what made R-Zep so awesome that night. Hopefully in time for his next start.

If I could veer off-topic for a brief moment, I just want to take the opportunity to say how proud I am of the comments and commenters who frequent Ghostrunner on First. From the amazing insight added by radar in the previous post to the "support" shown when a rare hater wandered into our midst. It is pretty rare that the like minds who congregate around here get to have our fun pretty much by un-interrupted by trolls. There might be some changes afoot but I have faith that nothing will change in that department.

I just want to give a big thank you to everyone who comments and contributes to this site. From the long-time guys like Ian, Navin, Joanna, and The Ack; to the Mattts and Gils and Tys and everybody else. Thank you. It means a lot.

AP image of the loud-mouthed boob from Daylife.

Hacky Angel Pun

Holy shit do I hate the Angels. They're aging yet scrappy, playing horseshit scamperball all day and blowing leads all night.

The Angels versus Roy Halladay is an almost comical enterprise. Howie Kendrick and Mike Napoli have had success in very limited at bats, though Kendrick's been good for nothing this season on the whole. Bobby Abreu, Torii Hunter, Gary Mathews, Chone Figgans, and The Izturis to be Named Later all feature sub-.500 OPS numbers against the good Doctor. I predict a return of LOLswings.

The Angels don't score too many runs, they don't play very good defense, and their starting pitching is strong if not inconsistent. Just as the most Blue Jay thing to do was take 2 of 3 from the Sox, losing 2 of 3 at home would be another highly Blue Jayish mindfuck of epic proportions. Stupid and arbitrary as it is, this series could serve as an excellent barometer for the season. This is a team that the Jays should stomp all over at home. Tonight almost seems like a forgone conclusion, putting fake pressure on fake number two starters Casey Janssen and Brian Tallet. More importatnly, will we see a return of MELONGATE?

On the Yankees Errorless Streak

If you care, I don't know what to tell you. The Yankees are 13th in the league in defensive efficiency, a fancy way of saying Derek Jeter and Robby Cano make zero errors on balls already bounding into the outfield. Good show gents.

And good show to Mr. Iracane, whom I stole the Yankee infield thoughts from as he fought with the Walkoff Walk lunchroom vending machine.