tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post1458896161188112536..comments2024-03-14T02:18:13.285-05:00Comments on T h e | D e e p | M i d d l e: Who's a Twinkie?Benjamin Vogthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-84478629694472476742008-07-30T00:17:00.000-05:002008-07-30T00:17:00.000-05:00Blackswamp_girl thats just wrong, Kirby loved base...Blackswamp_girl thats just wrong, Kirby loved baseball enough to play for the Twins for a fraction of what he could've been paid by the Yankees or Red Sox so you're gonna talk shit about him 2 years after his death.... thats some serious class right there.<BR/><BR/>But anyway back to the reason I'm even posting on this, I'd just like to congratulate the author of this article for the worst call TwinsFan56https://www.blogger.com/profile/08456809395674207574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-3136322984997740302008-04-03T12:30:00.000-05:002008-04-03T12:30:00.000-05:00I don't miss Kirby Puckett at all! (as you can ima...I don't miss Kirby Puckett at all! (as you can imagine) lol.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395380166485303934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-62632596227616782702008-04-03T11:25:00.000-05:002008-04-03T11:25:00.000-05:00I miss my Kirby Puckett. At least the Tigers have ...I miss my Kirby Puckett. At least the Tigers have a good team!Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-84884928740770045402008-04-02T19:37:00.000-05:002008-04-02T19:37:00.000-05:00I still love baseball, but it just isn't the same ...I still love baseball, but it just isn't the same these days. And I'm not talking about steroids and HGH and Jose Canseco's self-aggrandizing propaganda--er, books--here.<BR/><BR/>No... baseball really turned a corner for me the day that Ernie Harwell hung up his hat and stopped announcing regularly for my beloved Detroit Tigers. *sigh*Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395380166485303934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-83982050678112879412008-04-01T15:19:00.000-05:002008-04-01T15:19:00.000-05:00Kate--7th grade was the first, and last year I pla...Kate--7th grade was the first, and last year I played baseball in school. Yikes. I couldn't see the thing coming down through the sun, was just terrified. Don't even talk to me about the batter's box--no way a 13 year old pitcher had enough control not to hit me, so I just swung at everything hoping to get it over with. Still, I like to play the game LEISURELY if I can.Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-16562145000165963542008-04-01T11:28:00.000-05:002008-04-01T11:28:00.000-05:00Yuck, sorry Gail, I have an everlasting disgust fo...Yuck, sorry Gail, I have an everlasting disgust for the Cardinals--having beaten them in a cloase world series in 1987.Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-87251720433245603892008-04-01T09:25:00.000-05:002008-04-01T09:25:00.000-05:00Having grown up in St Louis I have a lasting love ...Having grown up in St Louis I have a lasting love for the Cardinals, must be encoded in the dna! <BR/><BR/>There is something wonderful about a baseball game on a spring day...maybe it's spring!<BR/><BR/><BR/>gailGailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16194325535496408116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-76821928463506744702008-03-31T23:52:00.000-05:002008-03-31T23:52:00.000-05:00Whenever I think of baseball, it takes me back to ...Whenever I think of baseball, it takes me back to 7th grade and being stuck in the outfield. My friend and I would carry on conversations while every now and then, a baseball would soar over our heads ... or land nearby, and we would continue talking, oblivious to the furor we were causing.kate smudgeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10564410520744285676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-47793630351600720942008-03-31T22:04:00.000-05:002008-03-31T22:04:00.000-05:00Well Frances, sometimes those games are pretty bad...Well Frances, sometimes those games are pretty bad. Especially a 1-1 or 0-0 tie in the 12th inning--please, dad, can we go home? No son, I paid for these tickets, getting my money's worth. A streaker would be cool!Benjamin Vogthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661489036836711335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218275625589637009.post-69630081363408822862008-03-31T16:19:00.000-05:002008-03-31T16:19:00.000-05:00HA! Hypnotic is the right word usage there, isn't...HA! Hypnotic is the right word usage there, isn't it? We used to go to the Phillies opener when we lived in PA, it was always so cold, but we did get to see a streaker run the bases one year, when that behaviour was in vogue. The police chased him around the bases, staying in the line! They finally caught him, he was a dark haired fellow.<BR/>FrancesFrances,https://www.blogger.com/profile/03616568389165362993noreply@blogger.com