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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 27 July 2010 00:00 |
 It was a little creepy. I was enjoying wine with a friend after work. We exchanged silly stories that seemed to get more and more ridiculous the longer we talked. Laughter and wine ensued. At some point, I briefly mentioned my plummeting fantasy team, which is not at all funny. I’m sure for a moment, I had the look of despair and disgust. |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Monday, 19 July 2010 20:09 |
 Poor catchers. They’re the slow, awkward players on the team. They wear goofy padding, restricting armor and a cage strapped to their heads. They have bad knees and even worse batting averages. They’re the chubby kids with chocolate popsicle stains on their jerseys.
Are catchers perhaps dispensable? I realize they’re the signal callers of the game. They are sometimes the pitching coach, or psychologist or even the cheerleader. They are the on-field strategist. They’re appreciated for their smarts and leadership. |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Monday, 12 July 2010 20:44 |
 I wouldn’t say I’m Lebron-James-City-of-Cleveland disloyal. But I attempted to trade Trevor Cahill. In all my fantasy leagues, I have strong, dependable pitching. But I never have enough power, although I imagine most general managers feel that way. Kind of like asking if you’re paid fairly. Same for power. No one ever thinks they have enough. |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 06 July 2010 00:00 |
 Thank you, Jeremy Bonderman. It’s been a week since a player lost his cool. I actually think you were right, Jeremy. Ump CB Bucknor clearly was squeezing the strike zone, at least for the handful of pitches I saw on Sports Center. Opponent Cliff Lee, on the other hand, was given the generous Greg Maddux perimeter. Bucknor was on target, though, when he saw you were out of line. Thus, the fifth-inning ejection. And the automatic entry into my blog. |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Monday, 28 June 2010 22:20 |
.jpg) My no-hitter definitely deserves an asterisk. Especially considering I’ve never pitched a game. Not in Major League Baseball, not in the minors, not anywhere. But the fact remains, the Rays are hitless against me.
Sound ridiculous? How about an eight-walk no-hitter? Edwin Jackson’s hitless wonder over the Tampa Bay Rays on June 25 was certainly an accomplishment, and a rare feat, but it deserves a “yeah, but look at all those walks.”
I’ll get to the walks. But you should know there’s a lot more to this game than the zero hits and eight walks. It’s a doozie. In fact, after further review of the box score and game recap, I’m not sure if this no-hitter is less impressive or perhaps even more impressive than most. An argument can be made for both sides. |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 22 June 2010 00:00 |
 Is it the best among the worst or the worst among the best? I love debating the best players not in Baseball’s Hall of Fame. It sparks interesting discussion, especially if you have an emotional investment and feel your guy has been wronged, robbed and insulted.
It’s a shame to have such an illustrious career, only to conclude it with controversy surrounding the vote. I feel bad for the small group of greats on the cusp of a bronze plaque, only to settle for jersey retirement and a pre-game ceremony in their home stadium.
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 15 June 2010 00:00 |
 Maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I feel I need to come clean. I don’t care about the World Cup. I haven’t witnessed a single goal, a single yellow card, or a single flop… although I am certain there have been countless knee-clutching, hold-your-breath, theatrical wipeouts. Like if John Stockton played soccer. |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 08 June 2010 00:00 |
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I knew it was crazy as I was holding my clock radio. And yet I still set the alarm to 2 a.m., the official start of Saturday, according to Yahoo Sports, and the exact time I would be able to drop a player I had started on Friday and claim Brad Lidge. Yes, Brad Lidge.
I know what you’re thinking… Didn’t he hurt you before? How do you know he’s changed? What about the chemistry you share with Chad Qualls? |
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Woman's Lip
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 01 June 2010 00:00 |
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I will not strand runners at third, swing at ball four, or get picked off first.
I will not strand runners at third, swing at ball four, or get picked off first.
I will not strand runners at third, swing at ball four, or get picked off first.
It’s report card day, and there’s a small classroom full of baseball delinquents just waiting for their punishment. If you have Josh Beckett, wouldn’t you love a paddle right about now? Unfortunately, this is 2010 and you’re not allowed to beat students anymore. Unless you live in the South. |
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Written by Erin Skelley
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Tuesday, 25 May 2010 00:00 |
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Want my Astros sticker?
That’s how my brother Spencer started negotiations as we were sorting through our baseball cards. We were in elementary school and when we weren’t playing or watching baseball, we were inside with our cards. We had boxes and boxes of cards. We had checklists and price guides. We had complete sets, traded series and unopened packs. |
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