The Bucs are in Town
You know what's great about your favorite, hometown, childhood baseball team coming to town? Why you get to head out the park and take in a ballgame, of course!
Of course, if you're a Pirates fan, the sun and the good times seem like a lifetime ago. But you hold out hope, you swallow losing seasons over and over, and you take away from it a renewed sense of being a fan. Enduring this losing streak will make me a better fan in the long run. That's what your mind tells you.
LaRoche, in his typical "post-swing" position.
But when your team comes to town to face the former division rival New York Metropolitans (Author's note: I think the Pirates still belong in the N.L. East), and you happen to now live in New York, well, then you scoop up tickets as if they were somehow in demand, and you take the 7 out to Shea. It's a wonderful ritual; supporting your team in enemy territory. No matter how bad your team is and no matter what others may think of them, wearing your colors in an opposing stadium is an experience for which this baseball fan lives.
Yet it's also about the game. The purity of the sport. And those guys, no matter how unhappy you are about their play, are most likely doing the best they can with what they're given. You can be angry and bitter and full of bile toward your team, but if the desire to cheer when your team does something, anything well is not in you, you have lost what it means to be a fan.
I have yet to lose that when it comes to the Pirates. I cheer, I bellow, I criticize, I drink. And I defend my team with knowledge and the understanding that they weren't always doormats. When the Mets came to Pittsburgh in the late 80's and early 90's, I was in the stands at Old Three Rivers with friends and family and it was a rivalry-type atmosphere. Both teams were good, both teams had stars and both teams, at least in 1988 and 1990, were at the top of the division.
It rained all day in New York today and at about 5:30, I found out the game was going to be postponed. I was sapped - my energy just left me. This news was bad, but JTeezy's e-mail contained a link that hurt much, much worse:
OUCH!
I've listened to WDVE'S Randy Bauman a few times and I like him. He's not as iconic as Scott Paulsen in my book when it comes to morning show history, but Bauman puts in a solid performance with this one. You can hear the hurt in his voice and even though he spoofs "Hey There Delilah" by the Plain White T's, Randy's lyrics are great.
But there is good news out there in Pirates land, friends. The Pirates released Matt Morris on Sunday before the game. Paul Maholm went out and two-hit the Phillies for the Pirates' first complete game win in what feels like forever. If that's not an omen, I don't know what is. Cut the dead weight and win. Maholm shut down the potent Phils' offense and hummed through nine innings with ease. I believe, and I could be wrong about this, but Maholm finished the complete game, one-run gem in 99 pitches. Omens, galore!
The Pirates now sit at 10-15 games on the young season. Five games under .500 after 25 is slightly worse than I thought they would do, but that doesn't mean taking both or at least splitting the remaining two contests with the Mets won't do loads of good for this team's confidence. Their rotation is no longer "young" to me. If they add Dumatrait to the the starting five, which in all likelihood they will do, that's four left-handed starters. Kansas City tried it in 2004 with predictable results. It's going to be interesting to say the least.
Baseball will have to wait for another day, but seeing the Bucs in person will certainly make it worthwhile to me, no matter where they are in the standings.

Of course, if you're a Pirates fan, the sun and the good times seem like a lifetime ago. But you hold out hope, you swallow losing seasons over and over, and you take away from it a renewed sense of being a fan. Enduring this losing streak will make me a better fan in the long run. That's what your mind tells you.
LaRoche, in his typical "post-swing" position.But when your team comes to town to face the former division rival New York Metropolitans (Author's note: I think the Pirates still belong in the N.L. East), and you happen to now live in New York, well, then you scoop up tickets as if they were somehow in demand, and you take the 7 out to Shea. It's a wonderful ritual; supporting your team in enemy territory. No matter how bad your team is and no matter what others may think of them, wearing your colors in an opposing stadium is an experience for which this baseball fan lives.
Yet it's also about the game. The purity of the sport. And those guys, no matter how unhappy you are about their play, are most likely doing the best they can with what they're given. You can be angry and bitter and full of bile toward your team, but if the desire to cheer when your team does something, anything well is not in you, you have lost what it means to be a fan.
I have yet to lose that when it comes to the Pirates. I cheer, I bellow, I criticize, I drink. And I defend my team with knowledge and the understanding that they weren't always doormats. When the Mets came to Pittsburgh in the late 80's and early 90's, I was in the stands at Old Three Rivers with friends and family and it was a rivalry-type atmosphere. Both teams were good, both teams had stars and both teams, at least in 1988 and 1990, were at the top of the division.
It rained all day in New York today and at about 5:30, I found out the game was going to be postponed. I was sapped - my energy just left me. This news was bad, but JTeezy's e-mail contained a link that hurt much, much worse:
OUCH!
I've listened to WDVE'S Randy Bauman a few times and I like him. He's not as iconic as Scott Paulsen in my book when it comes to morning show history, but Bauman puts in a solid performance with this one. You can hear the hurt in his voice and even though he spoofs "Hey There Delilah" by the Plain White T's, Randy's lyrics are great.
But there is good news out there in Pirates land, friends. The Pirates released Matt Morris on Sunday before the game. Paul Maholm went out and two-hit the Phillies for the Pirates' first complete game win in what feels like forever. If that's not an omen, I don't know what is. Cut the dead weight and win. Maholm shut down the potent Phils' offense and hummed through nine innings with ease. I believe, and I could be wrong about this, but Maholm finished the complete game, one-run gem in 99 pitches. Omens, galore!
The Pirates now sit at 10-15 games on the young season. Five games under .500 after 25 is slightly worse than I thought they would do, but that doesn't mean taking both or at least splitting the remaining two contests with the Mets won't do loads of good for this team's confidence. Their rotation is no longer "young" to me. If they add Dumatrait to the the starting five, which in all likelihood they will do, that's four left-handed starters. Kansas City tried it in 2004 with predictable results. It's going to be interesting to say the least.
Baseball will have to wait for another day, but seeing the Bucs in person will certainly make it worthwhile to me, no matter where they are in the standings.


Ian Snell has been solid so far this season, the polar opposite of his fellow Pirates starters.
Pirates' first baseman Adam LaRoche strikes out looking...again. At least he has perfected the "I just looked at a called strike three" bat toss.
The Pirates arrive in Chicago for yet another ugly game. Shortly after this photo was taken, Brian Bixler committed an error and Xavier Nady was thrown out on the basepaths trying to stretch a single into a double.
Freddy Sanchez ninja-kicking someone has nothing to do with baserunning mistakes, but I wanted to post the picture. Enjoy!
Ian Snell has been the lone bright spot in the rotation this year.
Crosby beats Martin Gerber for a goal in Game 3 of the Penguins/Senators first-round playoff series. The Penguins completed the sweep of Ottawa tonight, winning 3-1.
Vern Law, not afraid to pitch while wearing a batting helmet.
Manny Sanguillen, continually focused on being my Dad's baseball hero.
Jim Bibby, Pirates pitcher. Judging from the stands, this photo was taken during the actual game.
"Hey, do you see my batting average up there?" - "No, but I think I finally found the strike zone!"
Xavier Nady in the gym, building up his hair muscles.
Bixler in Indianapolis, where he should be today.
"Don't make me start the season 2-0! I'll do it! I'm CRAAAAAAAAAAAZY, fool!"
Bixler turns a crisp double-play in the 9th, a surprising "green underline" for the Pirates' struggling rookie.
Nate McLouth has hit safely in all 11 games this season and also owns an extensive collection of leather-bound Hemingway first editions.
Capps! AHHHH! AH! Savior of the Universe!
D'oh! Freddy Sanchez has been uncharacteristically shaky in the field so far in 2008, along with the rest of his infield mates.
Finally! A two-out RBI!
Mazeroski, Vern Law, Clemente, and Face - The anchors of the 1960 Championship team.
Pirates third-baseman Richie Hebner, stylin' and profilin'.
The Cobra: 1/3 man, 1/3 snake, 1/3 serial killer. Dave Parker taking batting practice...in a hockey mask? I'm sure no one bothered him that day.
Remembering Roberto and reminding today's Pirates that this team hasn't always sucked.
The greatest rightfielder of all time, Roberto Clemente, hit .341 in 1971 and won his 11th Rawlings Gold Glove Award.
Phil Garner and Dale Berra practice tai-chi and groundballs at the same time in 1979. They later debated the merits of a thick, bushy porn-stache.
Bixler: Two major league starts, three big-time mistakes.
"I know, Ronny. I can't believe they're paying me that much either!"
BOOM goes the dynamite!
Nate Mac snags a Mark Teixiera bomb and keeps two runs off the board.
Franquelis and his new and improved Rec-Specs!