Be nice to your pizza delivery guy!!!!

Coco Crisp's Afro

For those of you who aren’t A’s fans, catcher Bruce Maxwell was arrested this off-season after a delivery driver told the police a highly intoxicated Maxwell answered the door by pointing a gun to her face. Maxwell was charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and disorderly conduct. That being said, I decided to interview a pizza delivery guy in order to figure out the typical responses when knocking on a strangers door:

The customers are generally cool but you have your fair share of lousy tippers and total assholes. There is always the thought in the back of my mind about the guys, a few years back, who called the delivery guy from an abandoned house and then killed him. Sometimes it takes forever on the phone to figure out what stoners want; when we start listing off the toppings we’ve got, they keep asking if they could…

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Werth Gets First Hit But Rainiers Fall In Fresno

Booth, Justice and the American Pastime

Jayson Werth pulled a hard ground ball double down the third base line in the second inning on Thursday night, collecting his first Tacoma hit while starting a two-run rally for the Rainiers, but ultimately Tacoma lost 4-3.

Werth’s double was one of seven hits for Tacoma in the game. The Rainiers had trouble getting baserunners before there were two outs in an inning, and couldn’t string together enough two-out hits to really generate a rally.

Fresno has won the first two games of this five-game series, knocking the Rainiers won-loss record back to .500 at 10-10.

Tacoma has lost four of the five games played against Fresno this year, which appears to be a continuation from last season when the Rainiers went 4-12 against the Grizzlies. Oddly, Tacoma beat Fresno 13-0 in the first meeting this season, and then lost the next four against them.



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Open the window and let the stale, boring air of Tigers broadcasts out

Out of Bounds

Published April 28, 2018

Baseball by its nature is a slow, lazy, languid game. There’s no clock—well, most of the time—and as someone once said, you can’t go into a stall and drain the time away. There’s no taking a knee. The 27th out must be gotten, no matter what, in order to ensure victory. You can’t ignore it, hoping it will go away.

Because of the game’s pace, it’s been a perfect fit for broadcasting, particularly on radio. Who doesn’t remember Saturday afternoons as a kid, with dad messing around in the garage or doing some lawn work, while the Georgian lilt of Ernie Harwell or the “voice of God,” Paul Carey, provided the background sounds from the transistor radio?

TV isn’t quite as romantic for baseball broadcasts but the pace of the game is the same so there ought to be the same amount of effort put forth…

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