I felt like talking about my sister today. And by sister, I mean Sarah, the oldest, 13 year-old.
Basically, the idea struck me after I heard about her first softball game of the season, which was today...i couldn't attend because of newspaper deadline, and that's a blasted shame: she allowed 5R in 4innings (maximum is 20R...5R is amazing at her level), and struck out over 3 batters per inning (the catchers can't catch her, so the batters to go to first)...this amazes me, because she has always been a decent pitcher, with speed, but never any control...in the winter, she not only developed accuracy, but also changed from speed to flaming velocity.
On top of this, she has never been a good hitter. A lot of strikouts, very little power. She was 3-4 today. And I missed it.
Why am I talking about my sister, you ask?
Well, so am I...why the heck would I be talking about her to you guys...she doesn't know this exists and you don't know her.
I hope I didn't take up too much of your time
4/26 = Last time I checked, my favorite pitcher, Randy Johnson, was crushing the Cubs 7-0. Zambrano was terrible in his return to the desert (almost a no-no last time) but he did get the first hit through 5 innings off of the Big Unit. Johnson has made 12 starts against the Cubs, before this game, and he was 11-0.
Random Factoid: Masca is listening to the audio biography (not to be confused with autobiography) of Ben Franklin. That technophile, manualphobe can't even pick up a book.
I like that: technophile, manualphobe...use it...that's an order.
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