Archive for game logs from previous seasons.
Everett Teaford
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Carl Pavano
Everett Teaford is making a spot start for Danny Duffy. He recently transitioned from a starter to a reliever in the minors and while it helped, he does turn 28 next year. Today, he's doing a Swarzak. Except Swarzak is a bad starter in the majors and Teaford was a bad starter in the minors. The Twins have a chance!
Twins 6, BoSox 7
WP: Buchholz (2-1, 8.87 ERA)
LP: Hendriks (0-1, 6.89 ERA)
Save(!): Aceves (4)
Fangraphs doesn't care that Parmelee got beaned in the head.
I'm sure that you can find a mlb video of Pedroia nearly hitting the cycle somewhere.
4 dudes are tied at the top of the King of the Savers race. It's too early to pick a favorite, but this Johnson is pitching out of his mind in Bodymore.
My mom always told me if I can't say something nice I shouldn't say anything at all.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEedHQl1Ff0
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Clay Buchholz [9.00 ERA 7.86 FIP 5.34xFIP 4.76 K/9] v Liam Hendriks [ 3.86 ERA 5.92 FIP 4.32 xFIP 3.86 K/9]
Go TWINS!
That sucked.
To be honest, games like this are going to happen and I have a little bit of trouble getting too worked up over it. Mostly what games like this do is make me think of other close games the team could have won that they failed to. There's been two to three games this year the Twins had a good shot of winning and ended up losing. If they have those, the 5-13 record is closer to 8-10. That seems a hell of a lot better.
It's a long season, but I really don't want to put up with a whole season of .278 baseball. It'd sure be nice if they could get some reasonable starts so the team isn't always in a hole.
Well onto the next. 149-13, go.
I figure I should try telling a story.
"Give me one of everything" he said as he slowly approached the St. Paul diner's dilapidated counter. Maggie, the aging waitress, laughed. "The usual, eh?" She was greeted by silence.
It had been 12 hours since he had induced himself into a food coma the night before. He had always used food as a coping mechanism and the previous night was no different. As he left work on Monday night he was accosted by his co-workers, his managers, and those who monitored his work.
"Do you have the internet, Maggie?" Before she could answer back Matt continued "I went home last night after stopping at Pizza Hut for unlimited medium pizzas for $10 each. After I finished I logged onto my America Online Account and went to the USA TODAY homepage. A home page is kind of like a newspaper on your computer, Maggie, and all I saw was how stupid I looked. There I was, right there for everyone to see. It was so embarrassing. Have you ever been on a newspaper, Maggie?
"Well, no, Matt. I am just a simple waitress from a small town"
"I knew you wouldn't understand" groaned Matt as Maggie walked away unsure of what to say-- again.
It was at that time that a slovenly cook clumsily walked from the kitchen with three plates of food.
"Dammit, Matt, you can't come in here every morning and make my waitress feel like garbage. I know what it feels like to be in the news. Oh, I know alright". Matt looked up from his slice of Key Lime Pie that Maggie had brought as an appetizer. "What the hell are you talking about?" Matt asked the cook.
"Your not from around here, are you?" said the cook. "I can tell just by looking at 'cha. You wouldn't know it but I used to be someone around here. Just one town over, I used to be somebody".
"Sure you were, pops" said the equally slobbish patron as he shoved the fresh fishsticks dipped into mustard in his mouth.
"You might not know me but we have a lot in common, Matt. If you aren't careful, this could be your future" he said as he waved his hands pointing to the sparsely populated diner. "I used to play baseball, too, Matt. Yessir, I know who you are. What, you don't think that we get the newspaper here? Get your head out of your rear end. Anyway, I used to be like you Matt. I was a pitcher, too. In fact, I even pitched at the end of games, just like you."
Matt interrupted "Gees, Joe, you look like crap. Texas sure has aged you."
"I am not Joe Nathan!" screamed the man as Maggie brought more plates of food out to Matt. "Look at the mirror. You are eating yourself into a gosh darn joke." Matt looked down into his plates, confused. "The year was 1986 and we had all the making of a fine young team. We had Kent and Kirby, Bruno and Gags. They were mostly kids but they were on the brink of something special. That was, until Frankie or Bert handed the ball off to me. After that, well, let's just say my back was on the front page of the newspaper a few times".
"Like the USA Today?"
"Yeah, Matt, even USA Today. Now go wash off your hands and get the hell out of here before your eat yourself right out of the big leagues, ya hear?"
"Yes sir" Matt replied.
And with that, Matt Capps walked as fast as he could to his car and drove to Target Field to begin training for that night's baseball game.
As he was leaving Maggie turned to the cook, who it turns out owned the diner, and screamed:
"Dammit, Ron, you just lost our best customer. He was putting my kid through college. He was single handily keeping our the restaurant afloat! We are going to have to close the doors here at Davis' Diner!"
Ron laughed and said "don't worry, Maggie, he will be back. He always comes back."
fangraphs (roller coaster of suck)
mlb recap
yet another game i was unable to watch or hear. this made me particularly upset as i've been able to hear about 2% of TK's broadcasts, and i already love them. i was able to "follow" along on gameday, and was able to "watch" in "real time" as capps does what he does. i'm not going to say it, so you guys can. also, while you're saying stuff, please think up some arguments for me to take to the boss on how getting mlb.tv is essential towards our quality of life.
i wanted to embed the JC/plouffe! play to give us some measure of happiness, but i came up short. sounds about right.
First Pitch - 7:10 p.m. CDT
Television - FSN, NESN
Game Notes
Lineups
Scorecard
I don't look at standings or stats much in April, it's sort of like looking at the thermometer. You can tell today's temperature, but you aren't going to spot any real trends yet. Or maybe you can start to see the shape of things to come and I'm just in denial. Either way, I'm not too worried about our slow start (5-11, but who's counting?) when we have such a long, long road ahead of us with many potentially scenic vistas to enjoy.
I had a full day planned so I recorded todays tilt on the old DVR. Maybe my technology has a heart because when I went to review the game this evening, it hadn’t been recorded after all. At first I was annoyed, but then I checked out the box score… yuck. After committing 3 errors in last night’s ballgame, the Twins cleaned it up today and didn’t commit a single one. That’s about the only positive thing I saw. Continue reading Game 16 Recap: Minnesota 2, Tampa Bay 6
Well, it's time for Liriano to put up or shut up.
Francisco Liriano has been both unlucky and plain bad.
Jeff Niemann has been unlucky too, but he does have strong K/9 and BB/9 numbers, and he certainly isn't the unpredictable entity that Liriano is.
I'm not likely to see a second of this one, so you guys are gonna have to bring this one home. The Twins are hitting fairly well, so if any of the pitching starts to come together, there might be something here. Not "win the division" here or anything, but maybe "we're not entering another dark age" here, at least.
Clete had been waiting for the call for exactly one week. He still remembered being brought in to Leyland's office that morning.
"Clete, we need you to turn trader to are team."
"Sir, I can't do that, you're like brothers to me."
"This mission is even more critical than playing fifth outfielder. The Twins don't seem dangerous, but our mystics have seen the future, and left unchecked, they will win the division by one game. You must get in there and find a way to stop them."
"How will I know when it's time?"
"You'll know, Clete. You'll know."
The problem was, he didn't know. He had no idea which at bats were important, which moments could possibly make a difference in the long term scheme of things. Therefore, he decided to strike out constantly. Then, one week later, the opportunity he'd been waiting for fell into his lap. The enemy had staged a small rally, and was within striking distance. Suddenly, Clete knew, this was his chance - but he had struck out so many times before, had he missed his chance?
As it turned out, Gardy was drunk, so Clete stood at the bat and looked ridiculous striking out.
Somewhere in the stands, Leyland smiled and whispered "I knew you could do it, kid" as he brazenly disobeyed Target Field's smoking policy.