Showing posts with label Centerfield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Centerfield. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

25 Brewers in 25 Days - 2014 Recap - Centerfield

If you don't love Carlos Gomez, then shame on you. Well actually probably shame on God or the mystery of the human body because you were born without a heart. What's not to love? The only knock on him used to be that he didn't hit for average, batting in the .230-.240 range. But now that he has put up two almost mirror seasons (compare 2013 to 2014) an made back to back All-Star teams, there's really nothing you can hate about him. you may have a few minor gripes with his seemingly reckless abandon on the base paths which leads to him getting thrown out at 3rd when he could have easily scored from 2nd on a single. Or you may not like the way he swings so hard that he loses his helmet and looks like the Tasmanian Devil. Some people might have an issue with his "showboating" while hitting homeruns, flipping the bat or staring at it for a moment. You might not like him because he gets into fights because he doesn't know when to back down in the moment. You might have a problem with him being aggressive. You might say that he goes balls to the walls (literally) in the outfield which has caused him to have injuries (like when he broke his collarbone or injured his shoulder while crashing into the wall). But I promise you that those are all minor gripes. Because anyone who has watched Gomez play since he came to Milwaukee in 2006 can tell you that if you don't allow him to do those things, you don't let him be Carlos Gomez. And trust me, you want him to be Carlos Gomez.

Ever since Ron Roenicke took the handcuffs off him, he has evolved into one of the best outfielders, if not one of the best players in all of baeball. There aren't too many people are going to bat .285, hit 25 homeruns, 85 RBIs, steal 40 bases and play gold glove calibur defense. He's amazing in every aspect of the game. On top of that, he's a joy to follow on social media (even when he tweets in Spanish, I still smile even though I have no idea what he's talking about). I neve see him without a smile on his face and he's been great to the fans at every event and interaction that I've been witness to. Basically he's someone that you want on your team. I just hope that he doesn't play himself off of this team. If he puts up another year like he did in 2013 and 2014, he's going to skyrocket in price. Right now he won't be a free agent until the 2017 season and he makes a very team friendly $8 million per year. 

With his talent and numbers that he's putting up, he could easily make $18 - $22 million in today's baseball economy. This is way more than the small market Brewers could afford especially because they are paying Ryan Braun the same amount of money. This team couldn't afford 2 superstars, so one of them would have to go. If I had my pick, I would take Gomez over Braun, but unfortunately it doesn't work that way. But this is a recap of his 2014 season, not a look ahead to his future. He still has 2 more years under contract, so we'll worry about that when it gets to that point. But it is going to happen. He will someday play for another team, although I wish he would spend the rest of his career with the Milwaukee Brewers.


I wish I could spend the rest of my life playing with Sage. And by playing with her, obviously I mean running my hands up and down her naked body and caressing every inch of her stunning figure. If she wants to play other things, I'm game as well. We can play hide and go seek, we could play Hungry Hungry Hippos, we could play go fish, but of course I'd rather play Naked Twister (right hand left breast! Left hand my cock!) or any one of those role playing games (if you know what I mean). You know it really doesn't matter. We don't even have to play anything. All I want is just to be in her presence even if she doesn't acknowledge me or look in my general direction. But if I had it my way, we would play house. I'd be the husband and she'd play my wife. 

I would come home from a long day at the office and she'd be waiting for me with some macaroni and cheese, toasted white bread and not wearing a shirt. And I'd eat my macaroni and toasted white bread and she'd just sit there all topless and tell me about what she did while I was away. And she'd go on and on about how much she missed me and how she can't wait for me to finish my macaroni so that we can go snuggle on the couch and watch Full House. And of course she'd still be topless all the time so that when she gets cold, I could pull her close to me and let our bodies warm each other up. And then she'd ask me if I wanted to make love to her or if I wanted nachos. And then she would giggle as I tried to choose between two of my favorite things. And then she'd give me a big hug and say to me Scotty, you don't have to choose. You can make love to me while eating nachos. And then I would look deep into her eyes and I 'd say Sage, I know it sounds a little silly, but I seriously am the luckiest man alive. You are perfect in every single way and I wouldn't ever do anything to you that you wouldn't want me to. I worship the ground you walk on and I can't imagine life without you. I would do anything for you, so if you want me to make love to you and eat these nachos at the same time, I will happily fulfill that and every one of your desires, no matter how weird they are. Man I play a messed up game of house...


Now that we're on the topic of playing, you should check out my 8th video. It covers Centerfield for the 2014 Milwaukee Brewers (basically Carlos Gomez), recorded at Indian Creek Park in Fox Point, WI:



I was helping my Dad out with painting the basement at my Grandpa's house in Fox Point, so I decided to stop by the park that we used to walk to when we were kids. It had been a real long time since I have been here, but nothing has changed. Believe it or not, in this case it was a good thing. It really took me back to a time when my Grandma and Grandpa (and Timmy) were still alive and all we did was have fun without feeling any sadness. 

Carlos Gomez #27 - .264 AVG, 23 HRs, 72 RBIs, 35 stolen bases, another Gold Glove and truly deserving of the love from every man, woman, child and beast that just always wanted to go fast.

.284 batting AVG, 23 HRs, 73 RBIs, 34 stolen bases, no gold glove, another All-Star appearance and best friend to every man, woman, child and beast that is in need of a best friend.

I think Carlos Gomez and I could be best friends as long as he stays off my motherfucking Kool-Aid. Damn it Carlos! You already have a beautiful wife! Leave my Sage alone! But I love everything about him and I just have a feeling that we would laugh, have fun and just enjoy each other's company. Of course that's not our relationship at the moment. Right now he's playing baseball on the field and I'm watching him from the left field bleachers, from the club level or on TV. I'm still waiting for the beautiful moment in time when our paths cross and I look Gomez in the eyes and he looks right back into mine and he says to me, Iceman (or Hombre de Hielo cuz he's some kind of Spanish) - where have you been all my life? And I'll be like, Gomez don't be weird. I've been here the whole time. 

But now that you've finally noticed, we can be best friends forever. And since we're such best friends I know that you'll never try to steal my girl. And I know he won't mind that I get all intimate with Sage when he's in the room. He knows never too interrupt something as beautiful as true love and to never mess with a good thing. Of course I respect Gomez enough as a person and as a friend to not like, start fingering her front of him or anything. Come on, I got more class than that. I'll wait until he's left the room, or until he's sleeping. Bong... nooch. But all of this is just a make believe fantasy World in my head. In this World that I've drunkenly crafted, Carlos Gomez is my best friend and Sage is the woman by my side. I'm going to use every "blowing out the candles" birthday wish, every wish upon a star, every coin tossed in the wishing well and every time I get on my knees and pray to a higher power that this dream will someday come true. Because that's the World I want to live in. That my friends, would truly be living the dream. 

 - pookon -

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

25 Brewers in 25 Days - 2014 - Centerfield

Eleanor Roosevelt once said, "America is all about speed. Hot, nasty, bad-ass speed." If she was alive now instead of from 1884-1962, she might have said the same thing about Carlos Gomez. He only knows one speed - fast. There's a reason they call him Go-Go Gomez. Sometimes he goes so hard and so fast that he can't stop. While that can get a little frustrating sometimes when he tries to stretch a double into a triple and gets thrown out at 3rd, I'd rather have a fast guy who can slow down than a slow guy who could never speed up. You can't teach speed. You have it or you don't. But you can teach discipline (remember that word - discipline. Do you want to grow up to be a slacker?) You can teach self-control. You can teach smart base running. I don't Gomez to slow down. He runs hard, crashing into to walls and sacrificing his body to make the catch. He's hurt his knee and broken his collarbone because of this style of play. I'm don't want Gomez to alter his swing. Sometimes he swings to hard he spins around like the Tasmanian Devil. He doesn't take a lot of walks. But his aggressive style of play allowed him to hit for a career high average of .284 and hit 24 homeruns, also a career high. With numbers like that, why would you ask him to change?

You want him to stay the same person he is today. That's who I fell in love with. And of course, since I'm talking about love, I have to mention Sage again. This is getting weird. But it's Brewers related, so I'll allow it. Yeah, all over her face. I hope children and those with morals, high standards or integrity don't read this nonsense I churn out. And I wonder why no one ever takes me seriously. But how serious do you take the 2013 version of Carlos Gomez who won a Gold Glove and represented the Milwaukee Brewers at the All-Star Game? Hopefully as serious as I am when I say that my life would be a lot better off with more Sage in it. A whole lot better. Watch him play. Listen to him talk. See that giant grin that he runs around with. A lot of athletes look like they're just doing a job and collecting a paycheck. Not Gomez. He looks like a little kid in a grown man's body out there just having fun. Kind of like Tom Hanks in Big. I love me some old school Tom Hanks, but if they ever do a Latin remake of that movie I want Carlos Gomez to be the star. 

If you don't believe me just do a simple search online or watch a fucking game or two. It's pretty evident that he plays with a lot of heart, energy and effort. Carlos Gomez will never be accused of taking a play off or half-assing it. I'd like to see Sage take it off and half-ass it. Just a tease is all I need right now. The rest I can fill in with my vivid and creative imagination, although the real thing would be greatly appreciated. I mean it when I say greatly. Want your own personal, well slave isn't the way to put it because I don't think it's PC in 2014 to use that S-word, man to attend to your every need? I would be at full attention (if you know what I mean) to please you in every way. I will go 110% and be like a kid playing an adult's game. I'd be your Carlos Gomez Sage. Except for that uncontrollable speed thing. No one wants to make the first out at 3rd base if you know what I mean. It's time to move on to something more relevant. Every now and then I just like to type such random nonsense because I know that in today's day and age, no one takes the time to read anymore. So if you did you found out that I'm a sick bastard with many problems. Congratulations pal. Enjoy your prize.

Now that we're on the topic of sin, women, adult adventures, games and the fast life, I implore you to check out my 8th video. It covers Centerfield for the 2014 Milwaukee Brewers, recorded outside of The Planet Hollywood Casino overlooking the Bellagio on The Strip in Las Vegas, NV:


I got into Las Vegas on a Sunday evening and proceeded to start drinking heavily. I went gambling in Downtown and lost everything except The Man with One Red Shoe (another old school Tom Hanks reference). I was up until at least 4am and Druken Iceman took over. The next day I was in bed or in my hotel room until 6pm and finally worked up enough effort to venture out to the Strip. I was in Las Vegas after all. I had to run around and get into trouble. I picked a perfect spot to record this video, although things weren't so perfect behind me. Classic Las Vegas. Hell of a town...

Carlos Gomez #27 - .264 AVG, 23 HRs, 72 RBIs, 35 stolen bases, another Gold Glove and truly deserving of the love from every man, woman, child and beast that just always wanted to go fast.

Carlos Gomez is going to see the Lion's share of time in Centerfield for the 2014 Milwaukee Brewers. Why do they call it the lion's share? Is that because he's the King of the Jungle, leader of the pack, the mane man? I've watched enough Medieval movies to know that the King gets to sit high and mighty in his tower eating a giant turkey leg while his soldiers go out and die on the front lines. How do I get that job? And why am I talk about Kings instead of lions? Why didn't I say, "Well, I've seen enough lion movies to know that lions protect their territory, sleep all day, mate with the female lions and eat." Wait... how do I become a lion? That sounds like a way better job! I love napping, I love eating and I love doing it with hot female lions. What? Hey!! Look over there! What's that!?! (Turns and runs away while you're busy looking at that.) Logan Schafer may also see some time in Centerfield but this really is the Carlos Gomez show. He's the King of this Pride (are we back on lions?) and will not surrender his job if he has his way. Now I have nothing against Schafer, but I'm hoping that Carlos Gomez is roaming the savanna of outfield grass at Miller Park for many many years. 

So get excited about Carlos Gomez. Feel it in your pants when he dives for a sinking line drive or when he pulls back a homerun. Feel that erotic tingle down your spine when he swings so hard that the ball is never coming back home even if he threatened to ground it for 3 weeks with no television or internet. Shudder as the tingling sensation overwhelms you went he flies around the bases when he hits one in the gap. And scream in pleasure when he steals 2 bases in one inning and there's not a damn thing the opposing team can do about it. Carlos Gomez just wants to make you happy and make you feel good. Everywhere. And you're going to like it even if you try and resist. You can try and play hard to get all you want, but eventually you too will succumb to the mystical powers that he has over you. Don't fight it. Just sit back and take it all in. Are we still talking about baseball here? I don't know anymore. What do you think?

 - pookon -

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