Four Blocks to Miller Park

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Turn, turn, turn... blow, blow, blow


Another painful loss for the Crew, another horrific outing for Dr. Turnbow/Mr Hyde. This is starting to worry me. Wasn't it right around this time last year that Turnbow transformed himself from a lovable modern day version of Mark "The Bird" Fidrych into that awful disgusting character we came to refer to as "TurnBLOW"? I hope history is not repeating itself. If Nedly's "get us through the 7th" formula is going to work, we need Turnbow to get his face right.

So what's been wrong with him over the last two nights? To this writer, its obvious. He's not getting his breaking stuff over for strikes. And when he can't do that, his "no movement" fastball becomes absolute room service for the opposition. You could see it coming last night.

So here's a clue. If Turnbow comes into the game and you see him bounce his slider in front of the dirt, as he did last night, sound the airraid sirens and head for the underground shelters, because the opposition is about to start their bombing run.

Prince is a Lumberjack and he's okay

Remember back in the day when the Brew Crew had Dave Parker for a season or two in the late '80s? Whenever he was on deck, he was famous for swinging a big ass blue and gold sledgehammer. Then when he came to the plate the County Stadium soundsystem would blare a staticy version of Peter Gabriel's contemporary hit, Sledgehammer. And when Parker took his cuts at the dish, he did not disappoint and never got cheated, either. Until recently, I thought he had the most powerful swing in Brewers history.

I think he has finally met his Milwaukee match in the young lumberjack, Prince Fielder. When he connected on his clutch two out eighth inning home run last night, the swing he took would have drove a medicine ball out of the park. I'm serious. It started at his heels and ended up just scraping the cloud lines. It was prodigious. That boy can cut some timber.
This should be his theme song.

2 Comments:

At 9:49 AM, Anonymous jack vincennes said...

My favorite "powerfull Brewer" moment involved Glen Bragg. I was at a game in which he came in to pinch hit. He struck out looking and promptly got tossed for arguing balls and strikes. He then broke his bat over his knee. On the way back to the dugout, he stopped and very politely handed the to two pieces of lumber to a little girl in the front row by the dugout.

 
At 11:10 AM, Blogger Blogmaster said...

Whenever they talk about guys who "you could tell they were on steroids", I always think of Glenn Braggs. That guy was like a walking advertisement for dianabol. Although he didn't hit for much power, which just goes to show you have to couple the juice with actual ability.

 

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