SaulToPaul 2
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My favorite Royal was Clint Hurdle.
RoidsWhen I was growing up in the 80s, there were a handful of pitchers who threw 95+.
Now every team has five or six pitchers throwing 95+.
What's the reason?
Roids
It's evolution ?Maybe they suped up the radar guns to stimulate more interest?
It's evolution ?
I wonder if 40 years from now guys will hit 110 on the radar gun
You could say mechanics and pitching coaches. The whole ball of wax like mentality, delivery, etc. It's a science, drive with the legsSuperior calibration?
You could say mechanics and pitching coaches. The whole ball of wax like mentality, delivery, etc. It's a science, drive with the legs
Do NFL quarterbacks have better arms today than in the 80s?
Well, Mayor, you and PJ are a dynamic duo, a modern day Johnny Carson, and Ed McMahon, engaging in "brief, unrehearsed, spontaneous, witty banter," in the last few posts!Why don't the both of you head on over to the local dumpster, like Kramer did, and search for an old, jettisoned "Merv Griffith" set? You two would be a barrel of laughs! Am I getting through to you, fellas?
Oh sure, that's rich, fella.
Me and ole PJ, two regular guys, trying to talk a little sports and who swoops in?
That's right, saint john w the great entertainer to poke fun at us!
Why don't you take a hike up to the top of a high cliff with LA Lost and send me a postcard? :chuckle:
Your jaw is clenchin', Mayor. What's next? Grinding your teeth, like LA Lost?
The fact that I stole Lydia Crosswaithe from you really lays on your chest doesn't it fella?
Wanna talk about it?
Are you treating me to a Cardinal game with Bud Lights galore ? You can afford it on your salaryWell, had I some "witch hazel," or "Midnight Madness" cologne, and some pretzels, I woulda had Lydia. Rabble rouser.
Are you treating me to a Cardinal game with Bud Lights galore ? You can afford it on your salary
Are you treating me to a Cardinal game with Bud Lights galore ? You can afford it on your salary
Perhaps saint john w can fly you back on his private jet to Dallas and introduce you to Roger Courtney at the Esquire Club, whom he hobknobs with, drinking brandy, smoking cigars, "adding" to their golf scores.