Item #2,457 on my list of Why I Hate Joe Angel:
Sunday's ballgame on the radio, driving around my neighborhood, having a world of trouble finding a parking spot because of that pinga Opera en el Parque. (Hey pallie, take your goddamn brie and cheese to the Niners game, where they belong.) Joe Nathan starts the top of the 8th for the Giants, up 6-4 over the D-Backs, Joe Angel behind the mike. Angel starts to gush about Nathan in that choppy, annoying near-monotone of nervous exuberance: "And, yeah, he's got that *real good* stuff, I mean real good, we're talking *future closer* stuff, I mean where Felipe Alou's not afraid to use him this year in that closer role on occasion" -- yappity yappity yappity. The first two D-Backs go down weakly on a K and a pop-up, then Nathan gets all Mantei on us, walks the bases loaded and Felipe comes out to yank his future closer stuff ass into the dugout, and Joe Angel says not a single word about how dumb he must feel right now. That's why I'm saying it for him.
And if he says, "There's a foul ball down that third base line down near that visiting bullpen," one more time, I'm going to go to that ball park and shove that microphone down that throat, yeah, and you can put it in the *WIN* column with those lovely totals.
