But I am so fired up about the Phillies winning the National League Championship (I just seriously threw up in my mouth), that I want to take a minute to thank the one man who made this a little more bearable.
Dan Uggla. (Now I threw up all over myself). If not for you, oh bearer of multiple All Star errors, the Phillies would have home field advantage. And for that, I thank you.
Showing posts with label Dan Uggla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dan Uggla. Show all posts
Thursday, October 16
I Hate Myself For What I'm About To Say
Sunday, September 28
Shea Stadium – A Fitting Conclusion
161 games, 5 months of highs and lows, joy, sadness, elation, anger, despair, all were meaningless on the night of September 27, 2008. You gotta believe, the quote that all Met fans hold onto way too tight was the sentiment that we all felt before the last regular season game at Shea Stadium. One game is all we needed. We held our fate in the palms of our hands. A win would have guaranteed at least another game against the CC Sabathia-less Milwaukee Brewers. The possibility that all in attendance would witness the Mets clinching a play-off berth was commonplace in Flushing on the afternoon of September 28. We all forgot who we were.
A rain delay was nothing to stop tens of thousands of optimistic Met fans from flocking to the ball park. Many realists came to witness the last game ever to be played at Shea Stadium. Truth be told, the atmosphere was electric. None like any sporting event I have ever been to. Unfortunately, electricity if not properly channeled can go awry.
Oliver Perez – Scott Olsen. Advantage Mets, right? Not in the biggest game of the season, at least. The game went by swiftly until the 6th inning when all in attendance received a rude awakening as the Marlins put two runs on the board. Oh shit! We all remembered. We are the Mets. Carlos Beltran in the bottom of the sixth answered with a two run blast in the bottom o
f the inning. The stadium was walking on air, with the thousands eagerly watching the scoreboard as the Cubs had a 1-0 lead over the Brewers.
Then all went wrong. I had always had a slight feeling that this ball club was cursed. Now I know it.
The hated Wes Helms hit a pinch hit solo home run in the top of the eighth off of Scott Blowenweiss. After receiving the Booing of his life Schowenweiss walked off the field for the last time hanging his head in a terrible shame. It was then Luis Ayala faced none other than Dan Uggla. Through the anxious chatter, I heard what seemed to be the wrath of God himself come off of Uggla’s bat. There was no doubt about that shot. With that Karmic blast, so deflated the spirits of all supporters of the Metropolitans, fans and players alike. Almost simultaneously the Brewers took a 3-1 lead.
This was the time when all realized what they were truly there for. To witness the last baseball game ever played at Shea Stadium. But how screwed up is the fact that the final nail in the coffin of the ’08 Mets and the 46 year old stadium, that has seen the likes of the Beatles, and the infamous Buckner error, be hammered down by Locker Room’s public enemy number 1? *This is not an Uggla posting.* The last outs of the game were recorded with the strobing of thousands of camera flash bulbs. I admit I wanted to catch the last out on20film. AND I DID!!!
The relentless boos rained down long after the players left the field. A few Florida Marlins ran onto the field to collect dirt from the historic stadium. Enraged, the stadium bellowed with a thundering chant of “GET OFF OUR FIELD!!! GET OFF OUR FIELD!!!” As I met up with Stars and Boogie for the post game closing ceremony everyone was booing at everything. It was said that the Pope himself would have been booed if he dared walk on that field. With the announcement that the ceremony would begin in five minutes the entire stadium became enraged. BOOOOO!!! Shea Stadium this night contained the angriest mob that would make soccer hooligans look like catholic school girls. As the police horses marched onto to the field and the P.A. announcer Howie Rose addressed the crowd, he was met with a chorus of boos.
Closing Shea Stadium had been built up for the entire season and the ceremony was less than mediocre. It opened with Billy Joel on the big screen playing Take Me Out to the Ballgame. Mr. Joel was not in attendance. Then many legends who also were nowhere to be seen were announced. Howie then told us to hold on to our hats for a pyro-extravaganza. After which a couple of bottle rockets were set off by people on the roof, and two handfuls of confetti rained down and unfortunately blew out of the top of the stadium. Then everyone was told to go home.
Karma Is A Bitch to the Ladies Lockerroom
Tonight we all Shea'ed Goodbye (Shea'ed? So I just took a stupid slogan and made it worse. Nice.) And while there is more to come on that sad farewell, I must begin with this.
Karma bit the LLR right in its' fat behind.
Tonight saw the end of the Shea Stadium era and a few notable lasts. Ryan Church made the last Shea out. Scott Schoenweiss recorded the last Shea loss. Damion Easley was the last baserunner at the soon to be gone Queens stadium. And who was the last Shea homerun and was the very last man to ever cross the Shea Stadium plate? My very favorite and yours... Dan F*ck%ng Uggla.
Unbelievable.
I had the pleasure of running into this 2nd baseman from hell on Friday night. Much to my dismay, he seemed to be a relatively likeable guy... for a bastard. Leaving Friday night's game, I was heading to the 7 train and crossed paths with Uggla. Certain I would say something nasty to him, I approached him and found myself plagued with the curse of Boogie when she ran into Ryan Howard. An unsolicited backhand chop to the shoulder caused him to turn and I simply stated, "Dan Uggla." He looked and responded in the affirmative. Through my head ran a thousand snide remarks but out of my mouth came, "Good game." Dan smiled and said, "Eh, I didn't really play that well tonight." Now unable to control myself, I retorted with "I've seen you play worse." He laughed and told me he was sure I had.
With my chance blown to take out Uggla, I consoled myself with the fact that he is a champion error-maker. I even thought about posting a blog and crushing all beliefs that he was a jerk. Dan Uggla is a cool guy. (God, I HATE typing that.) But I decided not to and to allow the rest of the world to be at peace thinking of Uggla as a total douchebag.
He's not. But I am. And he made me eat a year's worth of words tonight with a homerun that cracked off the bat with a deafening explosion.
God, I hate him.
-stars
Sunday, August 10
LVP of the week - Dan Uggla...AGAIN!
There are no words to describe my disdain for this man. Watching him play the game makes me ANGRY. I don't like watching him in an MLB uniform, holding a bat, playing the field...WHATEVER. I want him to go to Guam and never come back. Since Barry Bonds isn't playing on a team this season, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that there is no active player I dislike more than Dan Uggla. He snags the LVP honor for the second time, and he is officially LLR Public Enemy #1.
We all saw the way he embarrassed the entire National League with 3 errors in this year's All-Star game, our 11th straight loss of the Mid-Summer Classic. Yes, I said "our" because I'm a NL girl, thank you very much. Those errors stung like a bitch! A couple of days after the game, Uggla was quoted as saying he had "already forgotten about it." He also said that it wasn't his first three-error game and it probably wouldn't be his last. If David Wright had a train-wreck of a game like that, his quotes would have been "There's no excuse. Three errors is just unacceptable. This is the Major Leagues. I feel like I let my league down with home field advantage on the line. But, hey, its over now. Tomorrow's another day, I just have to be better. That's all."
THAT'S THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE FOR THAT SITUATION, DANNY BOY. Sit down, watch, and listen to players like D Dubs. Maybe you'll learn something about A. how to play the game and B. how to have some HUMILITY when you fuck up.
Even though all of that is old news, it drives home my point that Dan Uggla is not welcomed 'round these parts. There IS, however, a main reason why he is this week's LVP. And the reason is that I don't like his freakin' attitude. The Mets have played two series against Uggla's Florida Marlins in the past two weeks. In the first series Uggla had a rough go of things and, on more than one occasion, took his frustrations out on the umpires in a way that's just plain DISRESPECTFUL. One such instance is pictured above from the July 28th game. I'm sorry, but there's no reason for you to be facing a Major League umpire with a bat in your hand/on your shoulder like that. Maybe he didn't have bad intentions, but I don't like the looks of that picture and I didn't like the looks of the scene when I watched it on television either. There was ANOTHER Uggla at-bat in the same series where Uggla struck out looking, then he dropped the bat at home plate and started to walk away in disgust, only to go BACK to home plate to pick up the bat and then stare down the umpire with an intense and inappropriate "I feel like breaking your nose" type of look. That's just un-freakin-called for. Take your bat and get your worthless ass back into the dugout. Three strikes, you're out, have a seat.
I was at Shea last night for the Mets' 8-6 victory over the Marlins. Every single time Uggla came up to bat, I stood up and booed my little heart out. I said every mean thing I could think of without using profanity. Everyone in my section laughed their asses off and loved every second. It even got to the point where complete strangers said "Hey, your guy is up!" if I didn't start booing him right away. Who says New Yorkers aren't helpful? He struck out his first two at-bats, thanks to me. He got hot later in the game, but it was for naught, as my Mets got the victory anyway.
The Mets are in a tight division race with the Marlins and Phillies, and they have to play two series with each team before its all said and done. Rest assured that there will be more tales to tell in the "We Hate Uggla Chronicles". I have no doubt.
-boogie
Friday, July 18
An Ugly Night For Uggla
If you’re a National League fan who watched the Midsummer Classic on FOX on Tuesday night (and you’ve got a bitch of a competitive side), then you probably feel the way I do. Sorry. Damn sorry for the way Florida Marlin’s All-Star second baseman Dan Uggla played in front of the entire baseball community, and the world, in the final All-Star game at Yankee Stadium. Uggla went 0-4 with three strike outs and grounded into a double play to end the 10th inning, stranding runners and first and third. It was downhill in the 11th, when he committed two errors on consecutive ground ball plays. Like many of you, I was pulling my hair out at this point, but it wasn’t over. He committed his All-Star game record third error in the 13th when a bouncer by J.D. Drew took a bad hop and hit Uggla’s glove.
Uggla’s entire family made the trip to see him play at Yankee Stadium for the first (and only) time. His father, John, grew up watching Mickey Mantle make history there, and it was his dream to watch his son do the same. Yeah...not so much.
At least he’s trying to stay positive. "I'm not worried about any carryover," Uggla said. "I've made plenty of errors in my past, that's nothing knew for me. ... I've made three errors in a game plenty of times. It's not going to be the last time. You just go with it. I've already forgotten about it." Sure, keep telling yourself that Danny Boy. Maybe I’ll forget about it in a couple of weeks as well, but when October rolls around and the National League Champion starts the Series in an American League park, I'll remember who had a little something to do with it. I can hold a grudge like nobody's business.
-boogie
LVP of the Week
Three errors? In an All-Star game?? In the fourth and final All-Star game in the house that Ruth built??? The stress is enough to drive a man (and every single National League baseball fan) crazy. I feel for the guy, I really do, but there’s no justification for this kind of thing. We here at Ladies Locker Room will NOT stand for it. Not for one New York minute. With that said, the inagural LLR Least Valuable Player award goes to you, Dan Uggla. Thanks for absolutely nothing!!!!!!!
-boogie
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