SF Giants Beat LA in 12th Inning


I just woke up. This is why:

Giants beat Dodgers in 12th on Sanchez’s walk-off single

Hector Sanchez had his wife and young daughter waiting in the parking lot. He had to do something to end the game.

Sanchez singled home the winning run with two outs in the 12th inning and the San Francisco Giants beat the Los Angeles Dodgers 3-2 on Tuesday night after Brandon Belt’s tying double in the ninth.

“They’ve been waiting for 3 hours,” Sanchez said. “My daughter has school tomorrow.”

Hunter Pence had three hits for the Giants, who have won three of four.

Tim Lincecum and Josh Beckett both pitched well for five innings but were long gone by the time this one finally ended.

“When you play hard and win in the last minute, it’s a lot of fun,” Belt said.

Brandon Crawford singled off Brandon League (0-1) with one out in the 12th and advanced to second on a groundout by Brandon Hicks. His bouncer deflected off third baseman Juan Uribe to shortstop Hanley Ramirez, who threw to first for the out.

But the Dodgers were unable to get the lead runner on the play, and it cost them.

Crawford went to third on a wild pitch and Sanchez hit a sharp one-hopper that glanced off the glove of diving second baseman Justin Turner and into center field.

“Every day is different,” said Sanchez, who entered in the 10th inning. “I have to be ready for any situation. This is a great moment to enjoy.”

The game finally ended after midnight. It was glorious.

I was exhausted.

If I had been drinking I would have passed out earlier.

This is an open thread.

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It’s Not Always Racism

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A police encounter described by Doug Glanville in The Atlantic:

I Was Racially Profiled in My Own Driveway

It was an otherwise ordinary snow day in Hartford, Connecticut, and I was laughing as I headed outside to shovel my driveway. I’d spent the morning scrambling around, trying to stay ahead of my three children’s rising housebound energy, and once my shovel hit the snow, I thought about how my wife had been urging me to buy a snowblower. I hadn’t felt an urgent need. Whenever it got ridiculously blizzard-like, I hired a snow removal service. And on many occasions, I came outside to find that our next door neighbor had already cleared my driveway for me.

Never mind that our neighbor was an empty-nester in his late 60s with a replaced hip, and I was a former professional ballplayer in his early 40s. I kept telling myself I had to permanently flip the script and clear his driveway. But not today. I had to focus on making sure we could get our car out for school the next morning. My wife was at a Black History Month event with our older two kids. The snow had finally stopped coming down and this was my mid-afternoon window of opportunity.

Just as I was good-naturedly turning all this over in my mind, my smile disappeared.

A police officer from West Hartford had pulled up across the street, exited his vehicle, and begun walking in my direction. I noted the strangeness of his being in Hartford—an entirely separate town with its own police force—so I thought he needed help. He approached me with purpose, and then, without any introduction or explanation he asked, “So, you trying to make a few extra bucks, shoveling people’s driveways around here?”

All of my homeowner confidence suddenly seemed like an illusion.

It would have been all too easy to play the “Do you know who I am?” game. My late father was an immigrant from Trinidad who enrolled at Howard University at age 31 and went on to become a psychiatrist. My mother was an important education reformer from the South. I graduated from an Ivy League school with an engineering degree, only to get selected in the first round of the Major League Baseball draft. I went on to play professionally for nearly 15 years, retiring into business then going on to write a book and a column for The New York Times. Today, I work at ESPN in another American dream job that lets me file my taxes under the description “baseball analyst.”

But I didn’t mention any of this to the officer. I tried to take his question at face value, explaining that the Old Tudor house behind me was my own. The more I talked, the more senseless it seemed that I was even answering the question. But I knew I wouldn’t be smiling anymore that day.

After a few minutes, he headed back to his vehicle. He offered no apology, just an empty encouragement to enjoy my shoveling. And then he was gone.

ZOMG!! What a horrible example of racial injustice!! Somebody call Touré Neblett and Al Sharpton! Unleash the marchers!!

But wait! There’s more!!

The first step was to articulate exactly what the West Hartford officer had done. He’d been outside his jurisdiction—the representative from internal affairs had confirmed this. That meant a police officer from another town had come to my house, approached me while I was shoveling my own driveway, and—without any introduction—asked me a very presumptuous question.

All of this had put me in an extremely vulnerable situation. In one moment, I went from being an ordinary father and husband, carrying out a simple household chore, to a suspect offering a defense. The inquiry had forced me to check my tone, to avoid sounding smug even when I was stating the obvious: that I was shoveling the driveway because the house belonged to me.

Many people I spoke with brought up Henry Louis Gates, the noted Harvard scholar who was arrested for breaking into his own home. If I hadn’t been careful and deferential—if I’d expressed any kind of justifiable outrage—I couldn’t have been sure of the officer’s next question, or his next move. But the problem went even deeper than that. I found myself thinking of the many times I had hired a man who looked like me to shovel my driveway. Would the officer have been any more justified in questioning that man without offering an explanation? I also couldn’t help projecting into the future and imagining my son as a teenager, shoveling our driveway in my place. How could I be sure he would have responded to the officer in the same conciliatory way?

Henry Louis Gates was the guy who got arrested because he freaked out when a cop asked him to show identification after he was seen breaking into what turned out to be his own house. He was NOT racially profiled. I posted about the incident when it happened, way back when at the old place.

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But was this new case an example of racial profiling?

After getting legal advice from my neighbor and my wife, I ruled out any immediate action. In fact, I was hesitant to impulsively share my story with anyone I knew, let alone my media friends at ESPN or The New York Times. I hoped to have a meaningful, productive conversation with West Hartford leaders—something that might be hard to achieve if my story turned into a high-profile controversy. Instead, I asked my neighbor to help me arrange a meeting with the West Hartford officials. When I arrived at Town Hall, I was flanked by my neighbor and my wife. They came as supporters, but it helped that they were also attorneys.

I soon learned that West Hartford had an ordinance that prohibits door-to-door solicitation. A man, whom I allegedly resembled, had broken this ordinance. Someone in West Hartford had called the police, and a young officer believing he was doing his duty, had pursued the complaint to my street. Our block would have been the first stop for the wayward shoveler if he had entered Hartford.

Right away, I noted that the whole thing had been a lot of effort over shoveling. The West Hartford ordinance allowed its residents to call in violations at their own discretion—in effect, letting them decide who belonged in the neighborhood and who did not. That was a problem in itself, but it also put the police in a challenging position. They had to find a way to enforce the problem in a racially neutral way, even if they were receiving complaints only on a small subsection of violators. In my case, the officer had not only spoken to me without respect but had crossed over into a city where West Hartford’s ordinance didn’t even apply.


When my mother heard the story of the West Hartford policeman, she responded with wry humor: “You got your come-uppance again.” I knew exactly what she meant. If you are the president, or a retired professional athlete, it can be all too easy to feel protected from everyday indignities. But America doesn’t let any of us deny our connection to the black “everyman.” And unfortunately that connection, which should be a welcome one, can be forced upon us in a way that undermines our self-esteem, our collective responsibility, and our sense of family and history.

(You really need to read the whole article to get the full dramatic effect.)

So the West Hartford police receive a call from a concerned citizen regarding someone allegedly violating a local ordinance. A police officer is dispatched to investigate. It’s unclear whether the cop talked to the caller or was just given a location and a description of the suspect. Either way he was informed that the suspect was a black male.

Violations of local ordinances are still crimes. Apparently the citizens of West Hartford, by and thru their elected representatives, had decided that door-to-door solicitation should be prohibited.

The cop could have just blown off the complaint but apparently he was conscientious and drove around the neighbor to look for the alleged violator. As it turns out the neighborhood included Mr. Glanville’s street, even though it was across the border in a different town.

So when he drives around the block he sees a guy who answers the general description of the suspect shoveling a driveway. It seems to me to be a reasonable inference for the officer to make that Glanville might be the suspect he was looking for.

The cop did not run over and throw Glanville to the ground and cuff him. He didn’t point a gun at him either. He simply asked a question. Then, apparently satisfied with the response he received, he left.

I don’t know what was in the cop’s mind. Maybe he is a racist. Maybe he’s just a jerk. Or maybe he was just a cop trying to do his job. Could he have been more diplomatic? Sure, but that’s not proof of racial profiling.

Maybe the cop just intended to give Glanville a friendly warning about the local ordinance. Maybe he lived nearby and he was going to offer Glanville $20 to go shovel his driveway too.

It’s not always racism. I really hate this idea that if something unusual or negative happens to a black person that the most likely explanation is racism. Shit happens to white people too.

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The King is Dead!

Dead Joffrey

Exciting news for all you GOT fans, King Joffrey is now Dead King Joffrey. He was poisoned at his own wedding banquet.

It couldn’t have happened to a nicer sadistic scumbag.

Who killed Joffrey is a mystery. Tyrion has been accused of the murder, but my money is on Margaery. That sneaky two-faced bitch is evil.

In other news, I am in a lot of pain. My neck is so sore I can’t turn my head. I am currently wearing about 20 Salonpas patches and wishing they were Fentanyl. Does anyone know where I can score some heroin or Oxycontin?


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My Baloney Has a First Name, My Ideology Does Not

Last night I was surprised to learn that I am a famous right-winger. Just when you think you know yourself, you find out you’re a totally different person.

First of all, I am not famous. I’m not even infamous. I am a small frog in a very large pond. Millions and millions of people are blissfully unaware of my existence. I’m okay with that, even though I wouldn’t mind being famous.

On the other hand, I don’t want to be a right-winger. Which is good because I’m NOT a right-winger. My ideology has no name and cannot be located on a left/right axis. I peeked behind the curtain, and what I saw there freed my mind.

My peek behind the curtain began in 2008, but it took a few years for that new knowledge to percolate into my thoughts and perceptions. In 2008 I was proud to call myself a liberal Democrat. These days I want nothing to do with those two labels. Nor do I want to have anything to do with any other labels.

I’m not going to define my ideology for the same reason I didn’t give it a name. And to be honest, I’m not sure I could define it. Maybe one day if I can come up with a simple definition for it I will give my ideology a name. But if I do it will be a made-up name like “Flendarism.”

I am very tired but I can’t sleep because I am also in a lot of pain. I’m gonna go lay in bed and try to stop hurting long enough to fall asleep.


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Mad Bum Slam!!!

It’s not every day you get to see a pitcher his a grand slam:

Bumgarner’s grand game on mound, at plate lifts Giants

Madison Bumgarner was the Giants’ Opening Day starter, a well-deserved honor after his All-Star season in which he emerged as one of the elite left-handed pitchers in the majors.

His defining moment three starts into his 2014 season?

That beautiful swing, of course.

Bumgarner, who generally is the must-see hitter during pitchers’ batting practice because he hits ‘em farther than anyone else, turned Friday night’s 6-5 victory over the Rockies into his personal BP session.

First plate appearance, in the third inning, he hit a towering shot to deep left that, thanks to chilly China Basin, came down at the warning track. Bumgarner settled for a sacrifice fly, scoring Brandon Crawford, who had tripled.

Next time up, with the bases full in the fourth, there was no doubt. He smoked it, and immediately dropped the bat and looked down, knowing on contact it was gone and beginning his home-run trot as if it were commonplace.

“I’m always trying to swing hard in case I run into something,” Bumgarner said. “Fortunately for me and us, I happened to run into a couple today.”

Jorge De La Rosa had walked Crawford on four pitches to force in a run, and Bumgarner was in no mood for patience. He hacked at De La Rosa’s first pitch with his long right-handed swing and sent the ball deep into the left-field bleachers, creating pandemonium throughout the sold-out ballpark.

It wasn’t even close, Mad Bum hit that sucker out to where the big boys send them.

Of course I didn’t get to see the game because it was only shown on some local Bay Area channel. On the other hand, I hate the Giants “Orange Friday” uniforms.

I spent last night trying to extract a 20+ year old POS dishwasher from my mom’s kitchen. Today I get to install the new one.

What are you doing today?

Mad Bum

Mad Bum

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Josh Marshall is a Liar


This is the kind of shit that pisses me off.

Dylan Scott at Toilet Paper Media:

Cruz Toys With The Idea Of Using Sebelius Replacement To Repeal Obamacare

Fox News gave Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX) the opportunity Friday to say that he would use the confirmation of the next Health and Human Services Secretary as an instrument in his quixotic quest to repeal Obamacare.

He didn’t exactly say he would try to block the confirmation of Office of Management and Budget Director Sylvia Mathews Burwell, who was nominated to replace Kathleen Sebelius — but he didn’t exactly pass on it either.

“I think Burwell presents an ideal opportunity to examine the failures that are Obamacare. And four years ago, reasonable minds could have differed over whether this thing might work,” Cruz said. “Today, seeing the disaster, seeing the trainwreck that is Obamacare, in my view, it is the essence of pragmatism to acknowledge this thing isn’t working. We need to start over, repeal every word of it. Start over.”

Cruz’s options would appear limited, though, after Senate Democrats detonated the nuclear option on filibusters for confirmation votes.

Hoo boy, that Canadian-pretending-to-be-a-Texican Tea Party doofus sure doesn’t know much about the Constitution if he thinks he can use the confirmation process to repeal legislation! Besides, what does the appointment of a new Health and Human Services Secretary have to do with Obamacare?

Oh, wait.

I think Burwell presents an ideal opportunity to examine the failures that are Obamacare.

I guess when he says “examine the failures” he means “repeal.” In fact, that’s what he says a few sentences later:

We need to start over, repeal every word of it. Start over.

Only a complete fool would think that he meant something other than “repeal during the confirmation hearings”.

And you can’t tell me that this isn’t proof of Ted the Terrible’s evil intentions:

He didn’t exactly say he would try to block the confirmation of Office of Management and Budget Director Sylvia Mathews Burwell, who was nominated to replace Kathleen Sebelius — but he didn’t exactly pass on it either.

If that ain’t a smoking gun, what is? Besides that, what the hell does a nutjob Tea Partier like Ted Cruz know about the law?

Rafael Edward “Ted” Cruz (born December 22, 1970)[2] is the junior United States Senator for the state of Texas since 2013, and is a member of the Republican Party. He was Solicitor General of Texas from 2003 to May 2008, after being appointed by Texas Attorney General Greg Abbott.[2] He was the first Hispanic Solicitor General in Texas,[4] the youngest Solicitor General in the United States, and the longest-serving Solicitor General in Texas’ history. He was also the first Hispanic, and the first minority to be elected U.S. Senator from Texas.[5]

Between 1999 and 2003, Cruz served as the director of the Office of Policy Planning at the Federal Trade Commission, an Associate Deputy Attorney General at the United States Department of Justice, and as Domestic Policy Advisor to U.S. President George W. Bush on the 2000 Bush-Cheney campaign. In addition, Cruz was an Adjunct Professor of Law at the University of Texas School of Law in Austin, where he taught U.S. Supreme Court litigation, from 2004 to 2009.

Okay, maybe he knows a little about the law.

Seriously though, this shit really does piss me off. If you only read tweets and headlines you would be led to believe that Ted Cruz is saying and doing some really crazy things. It’s part of a deliberate campaign to palinize Cruz prior to the 2016 elections. It’s what they used to call “the politics of personal destruction.”

There is no reasonable way to extract “Ted Cruz thinks confirmation hearings good opportunity to force repeal of Obamacare” from what Cruz actually said.

That makes Josh Marshall’s tweet a lie, and it makes Josh Marshall a liar.

Ted Cruz is a U.S. Senator with higher aspirations. He’s fair game for inquiry and criticism. Everyone has a right to an opinion about him, but no one has a right to make shit up.


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Kool-Aid is a Helluva Drug


Juicevox Media:

Obamacare has won. And that’s why Secretary of Health and Human Services Kathleen Sebelius can resign.

Calls for Sebelius’s resignation were almost constant after Obamacare’s catastrophic launch. The problem wasn’t just that Sebelius had presided over the construction of a fantastically expensive web site that flatly didn’t work. It was that she didn’t know healthcare.gov was going to instantly, systemically fail. And so the White House didn’t know that healthcare.gov was going to instantly, systemically fail. The demands that Sebelius to step down — or be fired — were as deafening inside the building as outside of it.

But President Obama refused. As National Journal’s Major Garrett reported, Obama believes that “scaring people with a ceremonial firing deepens fear, turns allies against one another, makes them risk-averse, and saps productivity.” Moreover, there was too much to be done to fire one of the few people who knew how to finish the job. Sebelius would stay. The White House wouldn’t panic in ways that made it harder to save the law.

The evidence has piled up in recent weeks that the strategy worked. Obamacare’s first year, despite a truly horrific start, was a success. More than 7 million people look to have signed up for health insurance through the exchanges. Millions more have signed up through Medicaid. And millions beyond that have signed up for insurance through their employers.

Healthcare.gov isn’t perfect, but it works. We don’t yet know how many young people signed up in March, but it’s clear that there are enough of them to keep premiums stable in 2015. It’s clear that insurers are going to stick with the program in 2015, and compete hard to sign up next year’s wave of young, healthy applicants.

Even Republicans committed to the law’s repeal are admitting that the law is back on its expected track. “The rollout made Obamacare’s collapse seem like a possibility,” wrote Ramesh Ponnuru at Bloomberg View. But “now that it’s resolved, the debate continues basically along the same lines that everyone expected a year ago. The law will continue to be implemented, with the administration making whatever revisions it thinks necessary.”

The White House says Sebelius notified the President in March that “she felt confident in the trajectory for enrollment and implementation,” and that once open enrollment ended, “it would be the right time to transition the Department to new leadership.”

In other words, the law has won its survival. The Obama administration can exhale. Personnel changes can be made. A new team — led by Office of Management and Budget Director Sylvia Matthews Burwell, who the White House calls a proven manager— can be brought in to continue to improve the law. And Sebelius can leave with her head held high. She can leave with the law she helped build looking, shockingly, like a success.

How do you parody that? I can’t take it seriously. My first reaction was laughter.

Okay, part of the reason I laughed was this Twitter exchange that took place just a few minutes before Ezra published his post:

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