Yesterday, Cubs blog The Cub Reporter had a piece titled "What You Need to Know About the Pirates". Overall, it's a fair summary of the Bucs from 1990-present, coming from a non-Pirates-fan. Interestingly, some commenters post haikus. But the second sentence (and the first bold-faced thing you need to know) is: "When their fans close their eyes at night, they see Sid Bream in their nightmares." Then a bit later:
Pinch-hitter Francisco Cabrera, rarely used during the regular season, came up and lined a single to left field -- Justice scored easily, and Bonds came up throwing, trying to get Bream and the piano he was carrying. His throw was just late, as Bream lumbered across the plate representing the winning run. All across western Pennsylvania grown men cried in their Iron Citys and young boys wondered what they had done to make God so mad at them.Wow. Where to start? First, I've never had Sid Bream nightmares, nor do I know of any other Pirates fans who dream of Bream. I've never had a nightmare that I remember about baseball, but if I did, it'd probably include terrible visions like these. Anyway, one more time, for the record: Bream looked at strike three, so should have never reached first. Bream didn't "lumber across the plate". He slid (carrying piano) and clearly missed home plate with his lead foot. Spanky blocked the trailing leg and tagged Bream's ass out. Thanks for nothing, Randy Marsh. Elsewhere angry young men concluded there was no God.
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