Game Thread: Twins @ Indians, 5/9, 3:10 p.m. CT

[ashbury]

Game Thread: Twins @ Indians, 5/9, 3:10 p.m. CT

 

Game-time forecast: A mix of clouds and sun. A stray shower or thunderstorm is possible. High 83 °F. Winds SSW at 10 to 15 mph.

 

Line ups:

 

Minnesota Twins

Phil Hughes {R} SP

 

Brian Dozier {R} 2B
Torii Hunter {R} RF
Joe Mauer {L} 1B
Kurt Suzuki {R} C
Kennys Vargas {S} DH
Eduardo Escobar {S} 3B
Eddie Rosario {L} LF
Jordan Schafer {L} CF
Danny Santana {S} SS

 

Cleveland Indians

Bruce Chen {L} SP

 

Jason Kipnis {L} 2B
Carlos Santana {S} 1B
Michael Brantley {L} LF
Brandon Moss {L} RF
Lonnie Chisenhall {L} 3B
Nick Swisher {S} DH
Michael Bourn {L} CF
Roberto Perez {R} C
Jose Ramirez {S} SS

 

The Gardy Boys
In
The Case of the Missing Plot

Chapter I
The Speed Demon

 

Joe Gardy looked at his older brother with dismay. “Seriously? Our author went with an overused joke, about a missing plot, as his title?”

Frank Gardy looked at his younger brother in disbelief. “There isn’t really an author, in any normal sense of the word, for our series of books, Joe. It’s farmed out. Bits and pieces of story and characterization are added by various hack writers on contract. Women as often as men, as I understand it. All paid on a simple per-word basis. The same writers did Nancy Drool too.”

 

Blond brother Joe burst out laughing distractedly. “Women! Being paid same as men for the same work? This is 1927, not the twenty-first century!”

Dark-haired brother Frank muttered with distemper, while looking at his younger brother, “well, I guess we should just go with this title, and count our blessings. Remember our previous adventure? ‘The Case of the Phantom Pirate Jungle Swamp Hobo’s Tattoo Spooky Skeleton near the Old Mill at Midnight Treasure Chest Case’. Great Gatsby, that one stunk.”

 

Joe, he of the lighter-hued tresses, brightened even further as he gazed at his older brother. “Heh,“ he dissembled, “‘hobo’. Well, this is the 1920’s so I guess that’s how we all talk. Wait. I know! How about this for a title?”

The Case of the Grinning Indian
Starring
Joe Gardy, and his brother Frank

 

The elder, darker-haired brother pondered. “That's a lot better. It’s the Bee’s Knees, actually. It has real poten-… hey, waitaminnit!”

Baby faced blond Joe grinned like an Indian at his own prank, it being 1927 and OK to grin that way, one might suppose.

 

Suddenly, a mysterious black roadster rounded the corner and sped down the street toward their home!

 

 

Chapter II
Indians!

The roadster passed their home and continued down the street without incident, mysteriously and blackly.

 

Young Joe Gardy idly opened the wrapper of the gum he’d recently bought. “I wonder where Dad is,” he asked his older brother Frank.

 

“He's probably out on a case. Ever since he got fired as manager of the Upper Midwest Matching Pairs baseball club, he’s been taking his detective work a lot more seriously.” Their father was, of course, the famous detective Fenton Gardy, who in his spare time away from the baseball diamond had solved many baffling cases, usually with the “help” after “school” of “his” two sons. For some reason, the newspapers in the Upper Midwest had always gotten his first name wrong and called him Ron. Lamestream media, gotta love them, amiright? But this is Estuaryharbor, a small town which was named for the harbor that was located right on the estuary in an ambiguously described part of the country that actually is obviously Maine, or New Hampshire at least, where everyone knew him as Nancy.

 

Joe spoke up. “During that long exposition, I went to the library and learned that one of Dad’s rival teams was the South Lake Erie Chief Wahoos. Their mascot is a grinning Indian. Just like our new story title. You don’t suppose that’s a clue, do you?” http://www.poynettehometalent.org/Images/IndianLogo.jpg

“Clue? We aren’t even working on a case, Joe,” Frank pointed out.

Joe pondered. “Say, I’ve got a hunch Dad’s been kidnapped,” he stated youthfully.

 

“Oh, you and your hunches,” Frank said in the manner of an older brother. “Who is it that’s got him this time, smugglers? Last time, it was spies, except it turned out he had just gone to the bank.”

 

Straw-haired Joe looked at the gum package’s contents. He took his best guess which was the cardboard and which was the gum, and popped the one with less ink on it into his mouth and tried to chew. He looked at the other item. “Hey, maybe this is a clue!” he exclaimed unintelligibly.

 

In his hand was a baseball card, except back in the 1920s such cards came with cigarettes, but we can’t really say that, so we’ll go with the gum and hope nobody asks. The card contained this information.

Bruce Chen

The crafty veteran lefty, not yet quite 38 years old, has been called up from AAA to face the Twins this afternoon, in place of TJ House who has a sore shoulder. Subjective memory might be that Chen has pitched the Twins tough in his career, but his record actually shows they have handled him pretty well with an ERA of 5.42, and an OPS of .846 suggesting the ERA is no fluke. Maybe that record is colored slightly by the six run pounding the Twins gave him in August 2014 in just one inning, which perhaps not coincidentally made them the last major league team to face him.

However, he has been impressive in 5 starts for the 2015 Columbus Clippers, compiling an ERA of 1.74 and a microscopic WHIP of 0.7 in 31 innings. The Twins had best approach the game with respect from the beginning, or at least when he comes out for his second inning of work.

Fun fact: The Twins are the only major league team Chen has never pitched for. No, not really, but it may seem like it – the Indians will be team #11 for him. It may be only a matter of time.

 

http://media.utsandiego.com/img/photos/2011/08/23/579e3945-4dea-49c5-b3c5-45b75283a01bnews.ap.org_t180.jpg

 

“Indians! Did you hear that, Frank? Though, his picture on the card doesn’t look like an Indian. Italian, maybe? Swarthy, that’s all I can tell. Anyway, I wonder if this is the information we need to help our father, the famous detective and also ex-baseball manager, Fenton Gardy, get his job back as a famous baseball manager,” Joe Gardy muttered.

Frank Gardy rubbed his chin. “Maybe so. Now I really hope he’s not kidnapped, because that would make it hard for him to go back to work as a famous baseball manager.”

 

Suddenly, a mysterious black airplane appeared in the sky, navigated toward their neighborhood, and landed right on the street!

 

 

Chapter III
Another Surprise

The pilot of the aircraft opened his hatch, apologized for the intrusion, asked for directions to the farm he was supposed to be crop-dusting, and taxied away for takeoff, mysteriously and blackly.

 

Frank Gardy looked at his brother Joe Gardy in annoyance. “Well that was annoying,” he muttered. “What else do we know about this apparent underworld outfit, what were they called, the South Lake Erie Chief Wahoos? Here, let’s look at the front page of the Estuaryharbor Times, a periodical devoted to recent events in our town of Estuaryharbor - known for its harbor that reaches into an estuary somewhere in a coastal US region - as well as news of the world beyond. Here’s what it says.”

While Cleveland has gotten off to a disappointing start in 2015, Michael Brantley can hardly be held for much of the blame. He has been blazing so far, batting .341 in his 21 games. It’s hardly an empty .300 either, with 8 doubles and 2 HR plus sufficient walks, for an overall OPS of .919. He’s also contributed four stolen bases without a caught-stealing, and he hardly ever strikes out. While there are a few other dangerous Indian batters in the lineup, surely Brantley is the one that the Twins will be determined not to let beat them at the plate if they can help it.

 

 

Joe felt a wave of panic. “Indian batters. Lots of them apparently. And dangerous, at least a few of them. We need a lot more information before we can wrap up this case, don’t we?”

 

Suddenly, a mysterious aerialist with a black parachute floated down from the sky!

 

 

 

Chapter IV
A Surprise

 

The parachutist landed and handed another baseball card to the boys. An improbable gust of wind took hold of his chute and he whizzed away, just as mysteriously and blackly as he had come.

“The card says ‘Marc Rzepczynski’. That can’t be a real player. Yippee! A code to break!” explained Joe Gardy.

 

“No, you dunce, in that context, it’d be ‘exclaimed’, not ‘explained’!” the older and more linguistically nuanced brother Frank Gardy ex-…, uh, said. “But yes, that looks like a difficult code to crack. Let me get out my decoder book… M followed by A… there’s a Z followed by a bunch of random letters… I before E except after C… another Z just to throw us off… I think I’ve got it. Look at this.”

 

Marc Rzepczynski. Zep-Chin-Skee. Journeyman reliever. He’s toiled, successfully but not with much distinction, for now his seventh season in the majors, having also been with Toronto and St. Louis. We might see him in the middle innings, who knows. But I mention him because he represents a facet of what baseball did for me as a youth. Or maybe just the baseball cards. It exposed me to the many nationalities that make up our population, and to the other nationalities that also play our game. I remember puzzling over names like Monboquette and Sawatski and Aparicio and Becquer and Minoso. Names my brother and I mangled up, and our dad could kind of help guess but also mangled at times. Aparicio wound up like Apache-oh, and Minoso sounded more like Minnesota with the accent on the wrong syllable. Pagliaroni was an utter mystery, and there was a guy named Tsitouris that made us snicker because we were pretty sure it was dirty. On baseball cards, the names were a novelty. When we’d see games, we’d find out the odd names were actually just guys. Real people. No big lesson there, but then again maybe there was. Still, even as an adult, I see a name like RzepAlphabits, and make a joke out of it.

 

http://www.corvallisknights.com/images/news/zep_tribe.jpg

 

“Pretty long message to come out of just that; they must have used an LZ77 compression algorithm. What do you make of it?” Frank muttered.

 

Suddenly, a mysterious black circus wagon came to town. Frank and Joe Gardy hopped onto their motorcycles and dashed madly toward the fairgrounds at Barmitzvah Estuary, their speedometers rocketing close to 20 MPH, hoping against hope to intercept it before it would be too late.

 

 

Chapter V
An Unimportant Discovery

 

The boys had a great time at the circus. After a week, they returned home, confident that the circus wagon would depart their town of Estuaryharbor, just as mysteriously and blackly as it had arrived, never to return except until perhaps exactly one year later if revenue projections continued to hold up.

 

They picked up the most recent of the newspapers that had piled up on the front steps, and the bone-chilling page-one story chilled them nearly to the bone.

The Twins are hot, the Indians are not, and I was afraid that the law of averages meant trouble for my team, heading into this series. But the game Friday night went well and the fears of a sweep against us are now gone. The runs have been coming in for us, and the pitching has been good. The Twins are riding a three-game road winning streak. But I’m never willing to make a prediction stronger than “wait and see what happens next.” Phil Hughes hasn't been the same pitcher he was for us in 2014, though he's given us innings including one complete game. Let’s watch and find out if the good times continue to roll.

 

“This didn’t help any! I’m not sure we’ll ever rescue Dad from the spies who kidnapped him!” light-haired and immature Joe Gardy wailed.

 

“I thought you said they were smugglers,” famous detective and ex-baseball manager Fenton Gardy said, strolling into the living room in his robe and slippers. “Where have you been all week? Molly and I thought maybe you had been kidnapped, and we were both starting to worry.”

 

Joe looked at Frank in horror. Frank looked at Joe in horror. Their mother was named Laura.

 

 

Fenton Gardy grinned like an Indian. Not one of those from a peaceful tribe like near Lake Erie, either, but one of those wild ones, who live out West.

 

Suddenly, a mysterious black meteor appeared in the sky, heading straight to the ground!

 

 

 

Chapter VI
The Tower Treasure

 

Fortunately the meteor crashed in north central Siberia, where hardly anyone was there to see the massive cloud of debris that rose mysteriously and blackly from the impact. Frank and Joe Gardy heaved a sigh of relief.

“So we rescued Dad after all. And got to the bottom of the mystery about the baseball game with those Indians. Gosh, this was a swell adventure,” Frank Gardy muttered excitedly.

 

“Just wait,” Joe muttered cheerfully, “until you find out about our next adventure, ‘The Case of the Missing Chums Who Get Trapped in an Attic and Come Out of the Closet’. That one sounds swell too!”

 

Suddenly, the mysterious Game Thread Intro came to its conclusion and the scene faded to black! Blackly. And just a bit mysteriously. The End??? (????????????????????!)

[Bark's Lounge]

 

Game Thread: Twins @ Indians, 5/9, 3:10 p.m. CT

Game-time forecast: Sunshine and clouds mixed. High near 70 °F. Winds NE at 5 to 10 mph.

 

Line ups: To Be Announced

 

Minnesota Twins

Phil Hughes {R} SP

 

Cleveland Indians

Bruce Chen {L} SP

 

The Gardy Boys
In
The Case of the Missing Plot

Chapter I
The Speed Demon

 

Joe Gardy looked at his older brother with dismay. “Seriously? Our author went with an overused joke, about a missing plot, as his title?”

Frank Gardy looked at his younger brother in disbelief. “There isn’t really an author, in any normal sense of the word, for our series of books, Joe. It’s farmed out. Bits and pieces of story and characterization are added by various hack writers on contract. Women as often as men, as I understand it. All paid on a simple per-word basis. The same writers did Nancy Drool too.”

 

Blond brother Joe burst out laughing distractedly. “Women! Being paid same as men for the same work? This is 1927, not the twenty-first century!”

Dark-haired brother Frank muttered with distemper, while looking at his younger brother, “well, I guess we should just go with this title, and count our blessings. Remember our previous adventure? ‘The Case of the Phantom Pirate Jungle Swamp Hobo’s Tattoo Spooky Skeleton near the Old Mill at Midnight Treasure Chest Case’. Great Gatsby, that one stunk.”

 

Joe, he of the lighter-hued tresses, brightened even further as he gazed at his older brother. “Heh,“ he dissembled, “‘hobo’. Well, this is the 1920’s so I guess that’s how we all talk. Wait. I know! How about this for a title?”

The Case of the Grinning Indian
Starring
Joe Gardy, and his brother Frank

 

The elder, darker-haired brother pondered. “That's a lot better. It’s the Bee’s Knees, actually. It has real poten-… hey, waitaminnit!”

Baby faced blond Joe grinned like an Indian at his own prank, it being 1927 and OK to grin that way, one might suppose.

 

Suddenly, a mysterious black roadster rounded the corner and sped down the street toward their home!

 

 

Chapter II
Indians!

The roadster passed their home and continued down the street without incident, mysteriously and blackly.

 

Young Joe Gardy idly opened the wrapper of the gum he’d recently bought. “I wonder where Dad is,” he asked his older brother Frank.

 

“He's probably out on a case. Ever since he got fired as manager of the Upper Midwest Matching Pairs baseball club, he’s been taking his detective work a lot more seriously.” Their father was, of course, the famous detective Fenton Gardy, who in his spare time away from the baseball diamond had solved many baffling cases, usually with the “help” after “school” of “his” two sons. For some reason, the newspapers in the Upper Midwest had always gotten his first name wrong and called him Ron. Lamestream media, gotta love them, amiright? But this is Estuaryharbor, a small town which was named for the harbor that was located right on the estuary in an ambiguously described part of the country that actually is obviously Maine, or New Hampshire at least, where everyone knew him as Nancy.

 

Joe spoke up. “During that long exposition, I went to the library and learned that one of Dad’s rival teams was the South Lake Erie Chief Wahoos. Their mascot is a grinning Indian. Just like our new story title. You don’t suppose that’s a clue, do you?” http://www.poynettehometalent.org/Images/IndianLogo.jpg

“Clue? We aren’t even working on a case, Joe,” Frank pointed out.

Joe pondered. “Say, I’ve got a hunch Dad’s been kidnapped,” he stated youthfully.

 

“Oh, you and your hunches,” Frank said in the manner of an older brother. “Who is it that’s got him this time, smugglers? Last time, it was spies, except it turned out he had just gone to the bank.”

 

Straw-haired Joe looked at the gum package’s contents. He took his best guess which was the cardboard and which was the gum, and popped the one with less ink on it into his mouth and tried to chew. He looked at the other item. “Hey, maybe this is a clue!” he exclaimed unintelligibly.

 

In his hand was a baseball card, except back in the 1920s such cards came with cigarettes, but we can’t really say that, so we’ll go with the gum and hope nobody asks. The card contained this information.

Bruce Chen

The crafty veteran lefty, not yet quite 38 years old, has been called up from AAA to face the Twins this afternoon, in place of TJ House who has a sore shoulder. Subjective memory might be that Chen has pitched the Twins tough in his career, but his record actually shows they have handled him pretty well with an ERA of 5.42, and an OPS of .846 suggesting the ERA is no fluke. Maybe that record is colored slightly by the six run pounding the Twins gave him in August 2014 in just one inning, which perhaps not coincidentally made them the last major league team to face him.

However, he has been impressive in 5 starts for the 2015 Columbus Clippers, compiling an ERA of 1.74 and a microscopic WHIP of 0.7 in 31 innings. The Twins had best approach the game with respect from the beginning, or at least when he comes out for his second inning of work.

Fun fact: The Twins are the only major league team Chen has never pitched for. No, not really, but it may seem like it – the Indians will be team #11 for him. It may be only a matter of time.

 

http://media.utsandiego.com/img/photos/2011/08/23/579e3945-4dea-49c5-b3c5-45b75283a01bnews.ap.org_t180.jpg

 

“Indians! Did you hear that, Frank? Though, his picture on the card doesn’t look like an Indian. Italian, maybe? Swarthy, that’s all I can tell. Anyway, I wonder if this is the information we need to help our father, the famous detective and also ex-baseball manager, Fenton Gardy, get his job back as a famous baseball manager,” Joe Gardy muttered.

Frank Gardy rubbed his chin. “Maybe so. Now I really hope he’s not kidnapped, because that would make it hard for him to go back to work as a famous baseball manager.”

Suddenly, a mysterious black airplane appeared in the sky, navigated toward their neighborhood, and landed right on the street!

 

 

Chapter III
Another Surprise

The pilot of the aircraft opened his hatch, apologized for the intrusion, asked for directions to the farm he was supposed to be crop-dusting, and taxied away for takeoff, mysteriously and blackly.

Frank Gardy looked at his brother Joe Gardy in annoyance. “Well that was annoying,” he muttered. “What else do we know about this apparent underworld outfit, what were they called, the South Lake Erie Chief Wahoos? Here, let’s look at the front page of the Estuaryharbor Times, a periodical devoted to recent events in our town of Estuaryharbor - known for its harbor that reaches into an estuary somewhere in a coastal US region - as well as news of the world beyond. Here’s what it says.”

While Cleveland has gotten off to a disappointing start in 2015, Michael Brantley can hardly be held for much of the blame. He has been blazing so far, batting .341 in his 21 games. It’s hardly an empty .300 either, with 8 doubles and 2 HR plus sufficient walks, for an overall OPS of .919. He’s also contributed four stolen bases without a caught-stealing, and he hardly ever strikes out. While there are a few other dangerous Indian batters in the lineup, surely Brantley is the one that the Twins will be determined not to let beat them at the plate if they can help it.

 

 

Joe felt a wave of panic. “Indian batters. Lots of them apparently. And dangerous, at least a few of them. We need a lot more information before we can wrap up this case, don’t we?”

 

Suddenly, a mysterious aerialist with a black parachute floated down from the sky!

 

 

 

Chapter IV
A Surprise

The parachutist landed and handed another baseball card to the boys. An improbable gust of wind took hold of his chute and he whizzed away, just as mysteriously and blackly as he had come.

“The card says ‘Marc Rzepczynski’. That can’t be a real player. Yippee! A code to break!” explained Joe Gardy.

“No, you dunce, in that context, it’d be ‘exclaimed’, not ‘explained’!” the older and more linguistically nuanced brother Frank Gardy ex-…, uh, said. “But yes, that looks like a difficult code to crack. Let me get out my decoder book… M followed by A… there’s a Z followed by a bunch of random letters… I before E except after C… another Z just to throw us off… I think I’ve got it. Look at this.”

 

Marc Rzepczynski. Zep-Chin-Skee. Journeyman reliever. He’s toiled, successfully but not with much distinction, for now his seventh season in the majors, having also been with Toronto and St. Louis. We might see him in the middle innings, who knows. But I mention him because he represents a facet of what baseball did for me as a youth. Or maybe just the baseball cards. It exposed me to the many nationalities that make up our population, and to the other nationalities that also play our game. I remember puzzling over names like Monboquette and Sawatski and Aparicio and Becquer and Minoso. Names my brother and I mangled up, and our dad could kind of help guess but also mangled at times. Aparicio wound up like Apache-oh, and Minoso sounded more like Minnesota with the accent on the wrong syllable. Pagliaroni was an utter mystery, and there was a guy named Tsitouris that made us snicker because we were pretty sure it was dirty. On baseball cards, the names were a novelty. When we’d see games, we’d find out the odd names were actually just guys. Real people. No big lesson there, but then again maybe there was. Still, even as an adult, I see a name like RzepAlphabits, and make a joke out of it.

 

http://www.corvallisknights.com/images/news/zep_tribe.jpg

 

“Pretty long message to come out of just that; they must have used an LZ77 compression algorithm. What do you make of it?” Frank muttered.

 

Suddenly, a mysterious black circus wagon came to town. Frank and Joe Gardy hopped onto their motorcycles and dashed madly toward the fairgrounds at Barmitzvah Estuary, their speedometers rocketing close to 20 MPH, hoping against hope to intercept it before it would be too late.

 

 

 

Chapter V
An Unimportant Discovery

The boys had a great time at the circus. After a week, they returned home, confident that the circus wagon would depart their town of Estuaryharbor, just as mysteriously and blackly as it had arrived, never to return except until perhaps exactly one year later if revenue projections continued to hold up.

They picked up the most recent of the newspapers that had piled up on the front steps, and the bone-chilling page-one story chilled them nearly to the bone.

The Twins are hot, the Indians are not, and I was afraid that the law of averages meant trouble for my team, heading into this series. But the game Friday night went well and the fears of a sweep against us are now gone. The runs have been coming in for us, and the pitching has been good. The Twins are riding a three-game road winning streak. But I’m never willing to make a prediction stronger than “wait and see what happens next.” Phil Hughes hasn't been the same pitcher he was for us in 2014, though he's given us innings including one complete game. Let’s watch and find out if the good times continue to roll.

 

“This didn’t help any! I’m not sure we’ll ever rescue Dad from the spies who kidnapped him!” light-haired and immature Joe Gardy wailed.

“I thought you said they were smugglers,” famous detective and ex-baseball manager Fenton Gardy said, strolling into the living room in his robe and slippers. “Where have you been all week? Molly and I thought maybe you had been kidnapped, and we were both starting to worry.”

Joe looked at Frank in horror. Frank looked at Joe in horror. Their mother, who they thought was away with their Aunt Gertrude on a South Seas cruise, was named Laura.

 

Fenton Gardy grinned like an Indian. Not one of those from a peaceful tribe like near Lake Erie, either, but one of those wild ones, who live out West.

Suddenly, a mysterious black meteor appeared in the sky, heading straight to the ground!

 

 

 

Chapter VI
The Tower Treasure

 

Fortunately the meteor crashed in north central Siberia, where hardly anyone was there to see the massive cloud of debris that rose mysteriously and blackly from the impact. Frank and Joe Gardy heaved a sigh of relief.

“So we rescued Dad after all. And got to the bottom of the mystery about the baseball game. Gosh, this was a swell adventure,” Frank Gardy muttered excitedly.

“Just wait,” Joe muttered cheerfully, “until you find out about our next adventure, ‘The Case of the Missing Chums Who Get Trapped in an Attic and Come Out of the Closet’. That one sounds swell too!”

Suddenly, the mysterious Game Thread Intro came to its conclusion and the scene faded to black! Blackly. And just a bit mysteriously. The End??? (????????????????????!)

One word - tremedous!

[sampleSizeOfOne]

One word - tremedous!

(Pssst. That's 3 words. Maybe ya coulda let us infer that tremendous was one word? And that's not counting the entire text of the intro quoted back upon itself...)

 

Awww, shucks. I knew what ya meant. Just givin' ya a hard time.

 

Figured i'd say something while i was taking a break before continuing on to... Chapter iii.

 

Will this masterpiece merit cliff notes?

[formerly33]

I'm not sure what this means, but I like it.

 

But motercycles? In 1927??

[Blake]

The Twins have been spanking good pitchers, mediocre pitchers and bad pitchers lately.

 

My best guess is that Twins batters will nod off during the time it takes for a Chen pitch to reach home plate and the sudden waking when the pitch finally does arrive will cause bats to flail wildly.

 

Or Chen doesn't survive the second inning.

[JB_Iowa]

Amazing job, Ash.

 

Now I'm off to e-mail Chief and withdraw my offer to do any more game threads.  

 

 

 

 

[ashbury]

I'm not sure what this means, but I like it.

 

But motercycles? In 1927??

http://megadeluxe.com/motorcycles/triumph-works-vincent-hrd

 

http://megadeluxe.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/1927-Triumph-Works-TT-Racing-Motorcycle-00.jpg

[ashbury]

Amazing job, Ash.

 

Now I'm off to e-mail Chief and withdraw my offer to do any more game threads.  

 

THAT wasn't the purpose. I just had some time to kill.

[formerly33]

 

http://megadeluxe.com/motorcycles/triumph-works-vincent-hrd

 

http://megadeluxe.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/1927-Triumph-Works-TT-Racing-Motorcycle-00.jpg

My, my. I guess I'm not the history expert here.

[formerly33]

 

Amazing job, Ash.

 

Now I'm off to e-mail Chief and withdraw my offer to do any more game threads.  

 

At least you manage to keep a smile on your face through it all.

[Bark's Lounge]

 

(Pssst. That's 3 words. Maybe ya coulda let us infer that tremendous was one word? And that's not counting the entire text of the intro quoted back upon itself...)

Awww, shucks. I knew what ya meant. Just givin' ya a hard time.

Figured i'd say something while i was taking a break before continuing on to... Chapter iii.

Will this masterpiece merit cliff notes?

Damn you Sample Size. Quit giving me a hard time.

[JB_Iowa]

 

I'm not sure what this means, but I like it.

 

But motercycles? In 1927??

 

 

Um, they had CARS then, too

 

 

[ashbury]

Um, they had CARS then, too

And women writers.

[JB_Iowa]

 

THAT wasn't the purpose. I just had some time to kill.

 

I greatly admire people who can write imaginatively..

 

I always hated creative writing class but i would do logic problems for fun.

[Bark's Lounge]

 

Um, they had CARS then, too

I think that is pronounced CERS.

[formerly33]

 

Um, they had CARS then, too

Duh.

[sampleSizeOfOne]

Damn you Sample Size. Quit giving me a hard time.

Golly, i'm sorry.

 

Got it. No more hard times...

[sampleSizeOfOne]

I greatly admire people who can write imaginatively..

 

I always hated creative writing class but i would do logic problems for fun.

That's the ticket.

 

A logic problem game thread?

 

(Or at least, pose creative writing as a logic puzzle of some sort... There's something in that idea!)

[curt1965]

Ash-that was amazing! I am so jealous- your writing skills are a gift. The Indian logo immediately brought me back to my baseball card collecting days as a youth. Herb Score, Larry Doby, Bobby Avila, Bob Feller, Bob Lemon, Don Mossi, Vic Wertz, Early Wynn, and Rocky Colovito- Cleveland had some studs back then!

Now I'd going to challenge the other TD great writer-Doc Bauer- to try to top your terrific article!

[ashbury]

 

My, my. I guess I'm not the Google expert here.

FTFY.

[Craig Arko]

Well-played, Franklin W. Dixon. It wins the Aunt Gertrude seal of approval.

[formerly33]

 

Well-played, Franklin W. Dixon. It wins the Aunt Gertrude seal of approval.

Ha. Now I know what he got that from.

[diehardtwinsfan]

Well-played, Franklin W. Dixon. It wins the Aunt Gertrude seal of approval.

I was about to offer bonus points to whomever figured out where this was coming from. You win.

[Squirrel]

 

Amazing job, Ash.

 

Now I'm off to e-mail Chief and withdraw my offer to do any more game threads.  

 

Don't be hasty. Wait until you see mine tomorrow.

[JB_Iowa]

 

Don't be hasty. Wait until you see mine tomorrow.

 

 

LOL, I rarely back out of commitments and I told Chief last night I'd take a couple.

 

But  I may have to rethink any in the future.  These guys are making this seem like a real job.  

[Squirrel]

 

LOL, I rarely back out of commitments and I told Chief last night I'd take a couple.

 

But  I may have to rethink any in the future.  These guys are making this seem like a real job.  

Seriously ... you don't need to rethink either. I am not going to make this like a 'real job' because I already have one of those.

[sampleSizeOfOne]

"Tremedous" - Bark's Lounge

 

"Amazing Job" - JB_Iowa

 

"Well played.... Aunt Gertrude seal of approval." - CRArko

 

"Masterpiece" - sampleSizeOfOne

 

Follow the adventures of the Gardy brothers as they critique their author, track down their father, and introduce the TD game thread for today's standoff between the "Upper Midwest Matching Pairs" and the "South Lake Erie Chief Wahoos."

 

Would read again, but i have a game to watch...

[ashbury]

We are underway. This has been your Circus Boy Update.

[stringer bell]

Awesome job, Ashbury. Quite an exhibition of your skills.

[ashbury]

I completely missed the news that Plouffe isn't with the team today.