Showing posts with label JT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JT. Show all posts

Thursday, July 23, 2009

JT: Trembley's plan: Pursue Craig T. Nelson's Gold's Mother

"So are you an Orioles fan?"

"Yeah, I sure am. Its not easy, but I'm a fan. What gave that away, the shirt or the hat?"

..."I've got a funny story for you. Take your shirt off and hop up on the table."


"OK"

"...deep breath....now let it out...good. Anyway; so, my mother is a big Orioles fan too, right? Well I mean she's a big fan. Watches every game, calls me many times a week to discuss those games. I mean she'll remember every pitching change and have something to say about it."

"That's a pretty dedicated fan."

"That's what I'm saying. Ok hop off the table. So she knows some people over at the O's organization, right? So somehow she gets hold of Dave Trembley's email address and sends him some email. It wasn't fan mail exactly, she sent him what she thought of various decisions he's been making, the losing, etc."

"That's awesome!"

"That's not all. Alright follow my finger with your eyes...Good. I'm going to check your ears. So she emails Trembley a few times and he responds and there is some back and forth and then Trembley invites her to lunch! So here is my mother, a little old lady, meeting with the manager of a major sports franchise for lunch. Hahaha, and she let him know what she thought in person at that lunch..hahaha."

"That's amazing! Say doc, I've got this rash on my back is there anything you can do for that?"

"Yeah, I'll give you the name of a good dermatologist, no problem. So they have lunch once and it goes well and she walks him back to the stadium afterwards, telling him how to run the team the whole way back from the restaurant. Apparently he values her opinion and likes her company because he's taken her out a few more times since then and has really taken an interest into what she thinks. Pretty cool."

"That is pretty cool. I would love to give him some of my ideas sometimes..."

"Yeah, my mom is a pretty neat lady. Alright drop trow..." *SNAP* "OK, turn your head an cough."

"Ah-hem...alright we done?"

"Yeah, we're done. Go ahead and get dressed and meet me in my office."

"Alright, thanks Dr. Craig T. Nelson's Gold"

That was a paraphrased transcript of a recent trip of mine to the doctor's office. Aside from my rash there was a pretty interesting story in there...Trembley listens to the elderly!!! If I thought the elderly knew how to use computers I would never write this article but I know they can't read Internet so I will write my concerns and criticism of Trembley for this blunder in managerial tactics.


It's not that I'm anti-elderly, it's just that the elderly don't understand the steroid laden and loosing mentality of the Orioles baseball culture. They'll give Trembley "good" advice that "works" in game situations without giving any regard to 'roid rage, egomaniac behaviorism's, or how to speak to Greg Zahn in grunts and moans (I wouldn't say that about Zahn if he wasn't a senior citizen...but because he is I know he doesn't know how to use the Internets).


Now Dr. Craig T. Nelson's Gold (his name has been changed to protect me from a liable suit, or any claim to being a good reporter) didn't divulge the nitty gritty about what advice his mother is giving Mr. Trembley, and my bid to have his mother email me to talk about this story hasn't come to fruition. I would bet the majority of her advice involves having the players ingesting more Metamucil and Fibercon (...and maybe the occasional sacrifice play to get more players into scoring position so they can actually SCORE WHEN THEY GET ON BASE!!!). Mr. Trembley may have won a few minor league championships but he'll never win in the big leagues unless he starts listening to a younger brand of adviser. The younger the better. With food the way it is these days us young people are infused with the very chemicals needed to fully understand the irrational behavior of major league ball players and how to inspire them to aspire to greatness. I'd feel much better thinking that Trembley takes the time to listen to some punk kid straight out of high school with a know-it-all devil-may-care attitude than someone from the "Greatest Generation". Shame on you for listening to older and wiser people Dave Trembley, shame on you...


...Ok so most of those opinions were sarcastic. In all seriousness I think it's truly awesome that Mr. Trembley takes some time out of the week every so often to speak with this woman. It shows he cares not only about his job, but how the fans perceive his team. It shows he's willing to listen to any good suggestion, wherever it comes from. The O's still have a long way to go before they're a contender again, but they've got the pieces in place to make a Tampa style run at some point in the foreseeable future, and I hope a humble and caring manager--who looks like William Shatner--like Trembley sticks around to see them make that run. Kudos Mr. Shatner, I mean Trembley, kudos.


Monday, July 13, 2009

Hello Fatpickled!

Fatpickle's note: Please welcome JT as a regular contributor to Fatpickled.

Hello, my name is Jason Anton and I am an Orioles fan, Redskins fan, Terps fan....and Miami Heat fan...and I am the newest contributor to the Fatpickled blog! Now before you notice my Miami Heat comment and ostracize me, cast me aside, and mail me the severed head of a random animal please hear me out and understand where I'm coming from.




I grew up in Ocean City, Maryland. A place familiar to many mid-Atlantic regionals as an easy vacation spot and middle ground for 'Skins, Steelers, Eagles, 76er's, Wizards, Phillies, and Orioles fans considering it's pretty close to Philly, DC, and Baltimore (and for some reason there are Steelers fans in EVERY city on the planet...and they always come complete with their own bar of some kind. In OC it's the Salty Dog Saloon). This alone gives me the right to be an Orioles fan and Redskins fan (the Heat justification will come) but that's not all that ties me to these teams and vindicates my fandom! See I was born in 1983. Not only did the Redskins win the Super Bowl in '83 (for the '82 season) with a heroic performance from Riggins, but the Orioles won the World Series AND Cal Ripken Jr. won the AL MVP award that year.





Speaking of the 'Skins '82 season Super Bowl victory, I was there! Now I didn't have great seats, and I couldn't actually see the game because my eye sockets hadn't fully developed yet, but I did eat the nachos...if you follow me. I was born in June. My parents got me a pin to commemorate my attendance that I still have.




Now, my geographic justification and my chronological justification should be enough to qualify me as a blogger on the subject of 'Skins and O's. I have been a fan, since birth, of both teams. One of my earliest memories is meeting Boog Powell and it inspired me to be a sub-par 1st baseman throughout my little league career until it was discovered that I threw a wicked side-armed fastball (and then I became a sub-par pitcher). Thanksgiving for my family has always consisted of 2 traditions outside of the food: 1-We watch the original Star Wars trilogy 2-We root for whomever isn't the Cowboys in the Thanksgiving Day game no matter who it is. I am a diehard lifelong fan and that's all I bring to the table.



I plan on delivering to you, the loyal Fatpickled RSS subscribers, my insights into all things O's and 'Skins. Everything from the great potential of the Orioles outfielders, to how comfortable my wife finds the sweatpants she bought off of Chris Cooley's website. I don't do "investigative reporting" because I'm not a fan of "facts." It's a lot easier to just make everything up and I think everyone will have a lot more fun that way...just kidding.

Alright this post is getting long so I'll wrap up. I lived in Florida for a couple of years and that's where I became a Heat fan. They won the Championship while I was down there and I got swept up in the fever of it all. Also, all anyone ever talks about in Florida is the Gators and 'Nols. To which I could ever say is: FEAR THE TURTLE! and HAIL!

Here is a picture of my daughter in a LaRon Landry jersey: