We won't bore you too much by talking about yesterday's Jays Nerds FanFest Non-Kegger Nachosplotation Graphics Interchange Format ShenanigansPalooza 2010. (Full rundowns have been posted over at Blue Jay Hunter and Sports and the City, which contains claims that we can neither confirm nor deny.)
But suffice to say that there is a lesson to be learned from such a meeting of the minds (aside from the need for sunscreen in September...Yowza!): The people who are clever, fun and engaging on the internet are doubly so in person.
(Except for Jordan Bastian. Who is a creep. Or so we've heard.)
Things noticed in passing as we yakked our way through the game
As has been noted elsewhere, yesterday's nail biter between the OriLOLes and our heroes kinda faded into the background as we kvetched and horsed around in section 211. But there were a few things that registered. Such as:
Leading off: Travis Snider is taking this leadoff thing way too literally. He's out there running the bases like he's Vince Coleman, getting his feet on the turf, stealing bags and getting tossed out like a goof on a fly ball to centrefield. For shame. We love us the Rosy Cheeked Phenom, but we hope that someone finds a nice place in the middle of the lineup for him so that he can slow it all down and focus on hitting jacks.
Hating your AL East rivals is fun! Buck Showalter would like to send a message to the Jays. And it is this: We're gonna throw shit at your guys, because we are a shitty team with nothing to play for but moral victories. "Guard yo' grill son! Here comes a reliever to plunk your best offensive player for the second time! On our last meeting of the year! Yoinks!"
Maybe hating the O's is like hating a two-legged puppy, but we want to see Baltimore suffer for the foreseeable future. And we hope Matt Wieters turns into the bust of the decade, and that all of their young pitching has unplanned meetings with Drs. Andrews and Jobe.