Monday, May 24, 2004
Lost weekend
Well, as you might have suspected, it was a sad weekend at the old ballpark for me, though not for 120,000 Cubs fans, puffed up with the arrogance that two playoff appearances in five years can bring.
Somehow, the Cardinals and Cubs managed to play three games in three days with no rain delays, despite strong thunderstorms and heavy rain all weekend. And somehow, the Cardinals managed to turn Glendon Rusch into the pitcher who pitched pretty well for the Mets in 2000, rather than the pitcher who was cut from the Brewers earlier this year. And the Cardinals managed three runs on only three hits against the remarkably good Matt Clement. Impressive, but it wasn't enough. So despair reigns, at least for a few days.
But there was one fully redeeming moment for me--a moment that was a huge highlight even for my Clement-fan wife and for Cubs-fan Luke--in Sunday night's game. The Cardinals were down 4-1, and with Albert Pujols at the plate, a chant arose. It began oddly--almost as if it had been planned in advance--with what seemed a whole section above and behind us shouting "Pujols sucks!" without any of the slow build that such chants usually require.
So as the first pitch comes in as a ball, the chant grows until most of the stadium is into it. "Pujols sucks! Pujols sucks! Pujols sucks!" The next pitch came in, and then it went out. And it kept going out, onto Waveland, or maybe Irving Park Road. The crowd fell silent, except for those of us who were giggling.
Wendell Berry, in a story I read Saturday, described a driver showing "the extended middle finger that contradicts all contradiction." It's hard to imagine a way in which Pujols could have more clearly demonstrated that he manifestly does not suck. Maybe if he had hit that home run, then taken the mound the next inning and set down the Cubs in order with three strikeouts on nine pitches. But that's asking a lot even of Pujols.
Luke: Who you calling arrogant? I should point out, Levi, that I cheered Pujols' home run almost as much as you did. It was more than worth giving up the run to see him shut the fans up.
Every time I get to Wrigley I'm more dismayed by the boorishness of the fans. I don't know whether I'm getting older and crankier or they're getting more boorish, or both. My money is on "both."
Levi: No, no, Luke. I'm not calling you out on that--in fact, I mentioned that you seemed to enjoy the moment. I know your fandom doesn't allow for absurd slander.
And I'm not saying Cardinals fans are perfect. I'm sure plenty of them are complete tools. But I haven't ever heard a chant like that one at Busch Stadium, and I'm not used to hearing the regular booing that the opposing team's best player has frequently been getting at Wrigley Field lately.
Jim: Glendon Rusch was already turned into a good pitcher by the Padres a week ago Sunday. Opposing pitcher David Wells was so distraught about the situation that he went home, threw a bottle against the wall, and ended up cutting himself on the broken glass (or at least that's what I assume happened).
Does Barry Bonds get booed at Busch?
Levi: I haven't seen Bonds play at Busch, so I don't know. I don't think he does, but I could be wrong.
And the Wells story was great because the story in the San Diego paper about his injury actually included, in the subhead, "Padres GM believes Wells's account." Imagine being viewed as so untrustworthy that your believablity merits mention in a headline.
Luke, hanger-on: Sorry, Levi, I scanned past that. Didn't mean to slanderously accuse you of slanderously accusing me of absurdly slandering Pujols, the second-best player in baseball. (Though, admittedly, I have in the past slandered his funny name, stonethrowing-in-a-glass-house notwithstanding.)
sandor: I tuned in for a little of the game (it was one of those rare times when my cable company decided to give me free ESPN), though I missed the impressive first inning rally. But how about that weather system? That must have been impressive to see from the stadium. When they came back from a commercial break early on, the cameraman was pulling pack to show the bizarrely shaped cloud formations out in the distance. It was so striking that Sarah and I felt compelled to take a walk around the neighborhood and witness it ourselves. I figured I'd the be the only person intrigued enough in clouds to notice, but no, everyone we passed was looking up in amazement.
thatbob: Re: strange clouds and weather systems. I haven't even told you all about the ghost boat.
Levi: According to people who watched the game at home, Pujols made a shushing motion sometime after the home run. I'm unclear on whether it was during the trot or after crossing the plate. It's the sort of thing that would ordinarily get you knocked on your ass the next time up, but in this case, I think even the opposing pitcher would understand.
Somehow, the Cardinals and Cubs managed to play three games in three days with no rain delays, despite strong thunderstorms and heavy rain all weekend. And somehow, the Cardinals managed to turn Glendon Rusch into the pitcher who pitched pretty well for the Mets in 2000, rather than the pitcher who was cut from the Brewers earlier this year. And the Cardinals managed three runs on only three hits against the remarkably good Matt Clement. Impressive, but it wasn't enough. So despair reigns, at least for a few days.
But there was one fully redeeming moment for me--a moment that was a huge highlight even for my Clement-fan wife and for Cubs-fan Luke--in Sunday night's game. The Cardinals were down 4-1, and with Albert Pujols at the plate, a chant arose. It began oddly--almost as if it had been planned in advance--with what seemed a whole section above and behind us shouting "Pujols sucks!" without any of the slow build that such chants usually require.
So as the first pitch comes in as a ball, the chant grows until most of the stadium is into it. "Pujols sucks! Pujols sucks! Pujols sucks!" The next pitch came in, and then it went out. And it kept going out, onto Waveland, or maybe Irving Park Road. The crowd fell silent, except for those of us who were giggling.
Wendell Berry, in a story I read Saturday, described a driver showing "the extended middle finger that contradicts all contradiction." It's hard to imagine a way in which Pujols could have more clearly demonstrated that he manifestly does not suck. Maybe if he had hit that home run, then taken the mound the next inning and set down the Cubs in order with three strikeouts on nine pitches. But that's asking a lot even of Pujols.
Original comments...
Luke: Who you calling arrogant? I should point out, Levi, that I cheered Pujols' home run almost as much as you did. It was more than worth giving up the run to see him shut the fans up.
Every time I get to Wrigley I'm more dismayed by the boorishness of the fans. I don't know whether I'm getting older and crankier or they're getting more boorish, or both. My money is on "both."
Levi: No, no, Luke. I'm not calling you out on that--in fact, I mentioned that you seemed to enjoy the moment. I know your fandom doesn't allow for absurd slander.
And I'm not saying Cardinals fans are perfect. I'm sure plenty of them are complete tools. But I haven't ever heard a chant like that one at Busch Stadium, and I'm not used to hearing the regular booing that the opposing team's best player has frequently been getting at Wrigley Field lately.
Jim: Glendon Rusch was already turned into a good pitcher by the Padres a week ago Sunday. Opposing pitcher David Wells was so distraught about the situation that he went home, threw a bottle against the wall, and ended up cutting himself on the broken glass (or at least that's what I assume happened).
Does Barry Bonds get booed at Busch?
Levi: I haven't seen Bonds play at Busch, so I don't know. I don't think he does, but I could be wrong.
And the Wells story was great because the story in the San Diego paper about his injury actually included, in the subhead, "Padres GM believes Wells's account." Imagine being viewed as so untrustworthy that your believablity merits mention in a headline.
Luke, hanger-on: Sorry, Levi, I scanned past that. Didn't mean to slanderously accuse you of slanderously accusing me of absurdly slandering Pujols, the second-best player in baseball. (Though, admittedly, I have in the past slandered his funny name, stonethrowing-in-a-glass-house notwithstanding.)
sandor: I tuned in for a little of the game (it was one of those rare times when my cable company decided to give me free ESPN), though I missed the impressive first inning rally. But how about that weather system? That must have been impressive to see from the stadium. When they came back from a commercial break early on, the cameraman was pulling pack to show the bizarrely shaped cloud formations out in the distance. It was so striking that Sarah and I felt compelled to take a walk around the neighborhood and witness it ourselves. I figured I'd the be the only person intrigued enough in clouds to notice, but no, everyone we passed was looking up in amazement.
thatbob: Re: strange clouds and weather systems. I haven't even told you all about the ghost boat.
Levi: According to people who watched the game at home, Pujols made a shushing motion sometime after the home run. I'm unclear on whether it was during the trot or after crossing the plate. It's the sort of thing that would ordinarily get you knocked on your ass the next time up, but in this case, I think even the opposing pitcher would understand.
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