not much to say about the mets game last night except to applaud the team’s impromptu homage to slapstick comedy greats, the keystone kops and to introduce everyone outside, well, us to the term “scott proctoring”.
scott proctor was a relief pitcher for the yankees (2004-2007). joe torre seemed to have a real fondness for proctor — or a real desire to irritate steven — because in 2007, at critical junctures, torre would put proctor in, almost always ensuring a subsequent loss. granted, 2007 was a tough season for the yankees … torre was on his way out (interestingly following proctor to the dodgers) … but one thing that stands out in our memories is scott proctor coming in and quickly walking the bases loaded (or loading them through a combination of walks and hits) and then walking in a game-winning run … or at the least giving the opposing team a big enough lead with walked-in runs, the yankees’ offense couldn’t overcome.
we even saw proctor walk in runs as a dodger.
“scott proctoring” happens when a pitcher promptly loads the bases with a bunch of walks and then puts the cherry on top with a walked-in run. “scott proctoring” is best appreciated with one or no outs.
and leave it to the mets to turn scott proctoring into an art … last night raul valdes walked in not one, but TWO runs with no outs. it was christmas in june for the padres. all sorts of scoring records were broken last night. d’oh!
we didn’t do much this weekend. mostly we just second-guessed ourselves about the weather … it’s supposed to have rained oodles over the last two weeks, and we have postponed our porch painting accordingly, only to have nary a drop fall until this morning. we did squeeze a second coat onto part of the porch railing yesterday, but there is still a long way to go … at least two more hours of second-coating before we put the first “primer” coat on the floor … at this rate, we should be done by next march.
we might not have been productive, but the deer have been. one or another decapitated a half dozen lily buds in the front yard, while others have been busy making new deer. late yesterday afternoon we caught a mommy and her brand-new fawn across the street. that baby couldn’t have been more than one or two days old. it was still wobbly on its knock knees. darling!
