Thompson Tuesdays

Well, the first outing is out of the way, and let me tell you, after showing up several days too early, and thus doing nothing but Spring Training stuff everyday…yeah I was just glad to see a different uniform at the park. I'm sure you all read the stats online, perhaps even checked, and just to let you know, I walked just three, not five. I mean come on, I know it's my first outing, and I know very well my history of #$%ing the bed and forgetting how to throw strikes.

But seriously, five walks, and only one earned run?  Come on now, get realistic y'all.  Anyway, the outing, to be blunt and honest, was not what I wanted but it was also something that I could build off of for my next start. 


I hate walking guys.  I hate letting the worst hitters, or even the hitters that are ‘All Stars' and ‘Prospects' for their respective teams, get a free pass.  I hate it.  If I'm going to give up runs, if I'm going to run my ERA up higher than my GPA (which wouldn't be too hard), than I want to at least get shelled.  I don't want to let those hitters think that they have got the best of me. 


Anyway, I got out of a few jams blah blah blah, and, yes, I gave up only one run.  Let me tell you though, that one run that I gave up, I didn't watch it.  I knew as soon as it was hit that some Extra Terrestrial was the only one who could catch it.  I don't mind.  It was a solo shot, and if I'm going to give them up, then I might as well REALLY give them up.  It just upsets me because if the guy who hit it keeps swinging the way he has been, well, he might end up bagging groceries in a month.  That's the only thing that bothered me. 


So other than that, I had a sub par outing but the Storm got the win and that's all that matters. 


I want to apologize because while I was giving my shout outs last week to my boys that were released I left out probably one of the biggest surprises of them all.  Brian Wahlbrink.  I'm telling you that guy could play the game.  I have been around the game a long time; I have seen many players and heard about how much my buddies love watching certain players play.  Brian was one of my favorite players to watch.  He was such a great baseball player and I wasn't afraid to tell it to him.  We didn't talk as much as I would have liked during the seasons that we played with each other, but when I saw him packing his locker with tears in his eyes, I couldn't help but want to ball my eyes out. 


The guy had heart, and not many people have as much heart as he did.  You could combine most of them and they still wouldn't have as much heart.  The weirdest thing was that the guy had great seasons, and they still dropped him.  Now seeing as how they are my current employer, I'm not going to bash, but San Diego just released a man with class, style, knowledge of the game, more heart than a lot of people I have played with.  People that seem to keep moving up.  Damn it, the guy could play the game.  Brian, I'm not sure if you read this, but I miss you big guy, I loved watching you play, and I loved seeing your smile out in the outfield.  May the rest of your life be full of paradise and love because I know that you and your wife will seek and find all the happiness that is out there.  I miss you big guy, and I know that I speak for all the guys in the clubhouse when I say that you will be missed.  Who knows, you might get one of my legendary text messages, you never know. 


Back to something that doesn't want to make me rip my ears off and eat them.  I would also like to say ‘Hello' to a Mrs. Mary Ellen Doukakis and a Mr. Rick Doukakis.  They are Kristen's awesome parents, people who have put up with my shenanigans for a little over two years now.  I would go into the story of how I was too upset with myself to call them and ask them to help me change a tire at two thirty in the morning, but I'm not going to until next week…or until someone shows interest in anything that I have been writing about. 


I miss you guys and I hope all is well in what I now have heard is ‘snowy' Highlands Ranch.  Yes, that's right, it's snowing where I'm from, and I'm stuck where when it's seventy. 


Awwww I miss my home. 


Also I would like to say hello to Scott, Travis, and…okay please don't be mad at me Travis, but I know that Scott's wife's name is Theresa because she is an awesome woman…but damn it I really can't remember Travis's wife's name.  So hey, Travis if you read this, email me and I will send you my address and then I'll expect to get a real nice letter from your wife explaining how much she hates me.  Email as soon as you can! 


Anyway, with all the shout outs out of the way, I would like to mention that my (supposed) guard dog (aka Bella), finally got her bed in the mail last night. It is a large zebra print couch for an itty bitty, maybe even medium sized, rat.  I am  hoping that it will help her get to sleep better at night and not wake up in the middle of the night and poop and then eat it and then throw it all back up. 


So, back to baseball.  I hope that you all read the article yesterday that among other things said I ‘just missed' some guys Top Ten on, but hey, that's OK.


I promise. 


You know I have never been able to toot my own horn but…if a two-time-All-Star-big-league-invitee-forty-man-roster guy gets placed lower than a guy that isn't even old enough to get into ‘R' rated movies without his parent or legal guardian…then hey, nice life Mr. Head Up His---


It's OK though.  I'll use that as fuel for my next performance, which happens Saturday of this week.  So I ask all of you to hold your breath and hope ‘The Savage' gets his stats correct…cuz damn it…I'm not walking five guys even once this year.


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