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The Wolf Knows Playoff Baseball

10.18.2005

It's not over until THE WOLF says so.

It's hard to believe that it was more than 10 years ago when my wife and myself first saw Pulp Fiction. It was in the Winter and we saw it at Bend's Mountain View Mall Theater, which is now long gone (R.I.P.). That theater was small and the sound wasn't that great, but back in 1994 it was an acceptable option. I don't remember the theater being crowded, I don't remember if we got popcorn (we probably did), but I do remember Winston 'The Wolf' Wolfe.

If you remember the movie, then hopefully you remember the scene when Samuel L. Jackson (Jules) and John Travolta (Vincent) are driving in the car with Marvin in the back see. Vincent waves his gun around and shoots Marvin in the head, killing him and making a big ol' mess. A lot more happens, but the point is The Wolf is called in.

The Wolf:That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.

The business at hand is taken care of and everything goes according to plan. Now this is the point where I would like to make a big tangent and talk about last night’s National League Championship game between the St. Louis Cardinals and the Houston Astros.

Berkman's three-run homer in the seventh off Chris Carpenter gave Houston a 4-2 lead, sending the crowd into a deafening roar, and the Astros appeared ready to wrap up this NLCS rematch.

And this is where FOX Sports blew it. Things were looking good for the Astros, and on the television broadcast they named Lance Berkman Chevrolet's Player Of The Game. It was over, the Astros won, atleast that's how it was being presented to us.

"Now wait a second," I said last night. What if in the next inning the Cardinals get two runners on base and hit a home run? Would they retract the Player Of The Game? Seriously, as I watched the game last night I said this. If ever there was a time for The Wolf this was it.

The Wolf:Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks just yet.

In the top of the 9th inning Astros’ closer Brad Lidge came in and quickly put away John Rodriquez and John Mabry, who frankly looked as if they we on the Astros’ payroll with how bad they're swings were. One out to go, Lance Berkman was Chevrolet's Player Of The Game, things were good. Of course this is where The Wolf's advice was most needed.

David Eckstein (known as The Pest) came up to bat with two-outs. I knew he was going to get on base. He wasn't going to simply go down weakly, and he promptly shot a single into left field. Next up came Jim Edmonds, who has to be the meanest looking baseball player I've even seen. He hadn't been hitting extremely well, but if he got on base the Cardinals had a chance. He took one pitch inside, but got out of the way. I thought that was a big mistake. Lean in and take one for the team and bring up Albert Pujols, but it didn't happened. Ouch. But somehow, Brad Lidge wasn't able to put him away and ended up walking Edmonds, bringing up Albert Pujols, who is one of the best hitters in baseball. What happened next was the Astros’ worst nightmare. One out away and they choked. The Stadium was silent. Fans were shocked. And The Wolf told you so.


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Comments

Brad said:

"You sending the wolf?

You happy now?

Shit negro, that's all you had to say."

"Shit nigger bitch ho slut"

My dad and I were talking about that (that being the player of the game announced before it was over). Nobody has ever said that Fox was a good network. I mean, weren't they the same shitbags that made Paris Hilton and Nichole Richie household names via "The Simple Life"? I mean, anyone who mentioned that show in their blog should be shot.




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