.....for the 2 year anniversary:

Game Of The Week
Week:	8/14/2017 - 8/21/2017
User:	MJDoc
Boxscore:	view
Details:	The World Series between Don't Wock en Fuss and Southie Blackthorns moved to Crosley Field tied at 1-1. Christy Mathewson won 34 games for Wock during the season but had struggled to get Ws in the postseason. Sure enough, the Blackthorns jumped on Matty for 5 runs on 9 hits through the first 4 innings. Then, down 6-2 heading to the top of the 8th, the Fussers finally got untracked with 3 straight hits to knock Coveleski out of the box. They proceeded to rack up 4 more consecutive hits off Claudio Vargas, rallying to a 7-6 lead. The ball was handed to Pete Alexander to try and close out the game. Milt May lined a 1-out single to load the bases with Chipper Jones stopping at 3rd. Southie summoned pinch-hitter extraordinaire Dave Anderson to rally the home team to victory. Anderson grounded to third baseman Frank "Home Run" Baker, who came home for the force and Kling fired to first to complete the 5-2-3 game-ending double play! What a ballgame! - MJDoc

Maybe replay it on the MLB Network?

ESPN 30 For 30?

I'll go to Appleby's and get drunk.

I miss the game of the week. It was fun submitting the write-ups and trying to work as many inside jokes as possible into them without WIS realizing.

Posted by bronxcheer on 8/6/2019 1:19:00 PM (view original):
I'll go to Appleby's and get drunk.

Isn't that just a normal Tuesday for you?

It's true what they say about great works of literature: you reread them at different stages of your life, and you're bound to find deeper meaning in them. I was still in short pants when I first encountered this GOW, lo so many years ago. In my immaturity I enjoyed it on a superficial level, as a ripping yarn, if you will. Back then I identified with the characters on the winning side, especially Pete Alexander, who induced that game-ending double-play grounder with such panache. Now I'm older: graduated college, entered the workforce, got married, had kids, buried my parents, retired, bounced a gaggle of grandchildren upon my arthritic knees. I still love Pete Alexander -- who wouldn't love that drunken scamp? But it's the Dave Anderson character who pierces my heart: his Sisyphean anguish, displayed on SLB's front page day after day, year after year, forever failing to push that tying run across the plate, despite entering the game as the ballyhooed golden boy, the "pinch-hitter extraordinaire," to quote the narrator. Through it all he's never complained, not once. Dave Anderson bears his arduous fate silently and with dignity, like Saint Sebastian taking no heed of the arrows. You want to avert your eyes, for his sake, but you can't. The tragic spectacle plays out every day, beckoning us to look.

funny bro..

well done crazy.... read it twice for a second grin.

I guess what most concerns me most is Claudio Vargas being allowed to remain in the game once he had given up his second , let alone a third and fourth consecutive, hit. This aged review of the game is a stark reminder for all of us to adjust our bullpen pull settings when we get to the playoffs. The box score is long gone from the site, but have to believe Vargas' pull was at "1".....

Posted by crazystengel on 8/7/2019 11:50:00 AM (view original):
It's true what they say about great works of literature: you reread them at different stages of your life, and you're bound to find deeper meaning in them. I was still in short pants when I first encountered this GOW, lo so many years ago. In my immaturity I enjoyed it on a superficial level, as a ripping yarn, if you will. Back then I identified with the characters on the winning side, especially Pete Alexander, who induced that game-ending double-play grounder with such panache. Now I'm older: graduated college, entered the workforce, got married, had kids, buried my parents, retired, bounced a gaggle of grandchildren upon my arthritic knees. I still love Pete Alexander -- who wouldn't love that drunken scamp? But it's the Dave Anderson character who pierces my heart: his Sisyphean anguish, displayed on SLB's front page day after day, year after year, forever failing to push that tying run across the plate, despite entering the game as the ballyhooed golden boy, the "pinch-hitter extraordinaire," to quote the narrator. Through it all he's never complained, not once. Dave Anderson bears his arduous fate silently and with dignity, like Saint Sebastian taking no heed of the arrows. You want to avert your eyes, for his sake, but you can't. The tragic spectacle plays out every day, beckoning us to look.

Brilliant, crazy. Post of the year. Like you, I'm not troubled in the slightest that GOW hasn't been updated in almost two years. It should be allowed to age like a fine wine, a heady Scotch, a rare imported cheese. I think of it as a classic movie whose fans wait patiently for the sequel that will come only when its time is due. How long did we wait for the sequel to Blade Runner, Mad Max, Star Wars and Bond? In the meantime, its characters greet us each day like familiar friends. And when its update is finally upon us, who will be the next pinch hitter extraordinaire? Will Chipper again stop at third? What will become of Kling? And how will it top the metaphysical brilliance of clicking the view link only to learn, "This game does not exist?."

Thanks for the kind words, fellas. Like Dickie Dunn, the humble sports reporter in Slap Shot, I was just trying to capture the spirit of the thing.

Baker to Kling to Whom?? The torture of being unable to compose a proper poem in tribute to this epic has haunted me for years. It could have, fortuitously, been Chance. But I dare not take that, uh, chance of guessing errantly and releasing a faulty text.

You know...I read teh GoW from time to time,. I did know the dgame/ate that hasnt been updated in 2 yrs but I have NEVER read this specific review...now I have to.

You know...I read teh GoW from time to time,. I did know the dgame/ate that hasnt been updated in 2 yrs but I have NEVER read this specific review...now I have to.

I gave up on GOW long ago. I had submitted a game that I thought was worthy of winning a spot. BlackJack McDowell took a no-no into extra innings in a Game 7 of a TOC Final, where he got a no decision, and we won in 11 innings. I never heard back, not even a sniff...go figure. It was my only TOC win, and I haven't been back to the finals since...