Monday, September 04, 2006


Astros. Uh-oh.
Clemens. Asshole.
Hamels. Savior.
Batters. Plunked.
Payback? None.
One run. No hits.
First hit. Tie game.
Howitzer. BOOM!
Houston. BANG!
Second hit. Tie game.
Here. We. Go. Again.
Howitzer. Walked!
Garner. Chicken!
Burrell. Pathetic.
Thurston? Wrong!
Chollie. Stupid.
Extra. Innings.
Utley. Finally!
Fuck. Houston.
Phils. Win.


Anonymous ChuckM said...

Lou, No exaggerating...That Howitzer blast in the 6th was the hardest hit ball I have ever eyewitnessed. I was at the game today in 139 (LF field seats) with a panoramic view and Howards jack left the playing field too quickly for the human eye to follow. I had to watch it on the Phanavision for it to sink in. It hit the upper deck facing on a upward arc and if there was no grandstand and the ball could carry its natural distance, it would have landed somewhere near 7th St. I am not exaggerating. Thankfully it hit the facing as that ball could have maimed somebody. Flabbergasting.

4/9/06 11:21 PM  
Anonymous JG said...

Short. Sweet. Summed er up.

5/9/06 12:07 AM  
Blogger Tacony Lou said...

Watching Howitzer's homers on television -- or trying to -- I feel like my father did when hockey came to Philly. He said he'd like the game even better if he could follow the damn puck. I can't remember any other hitter propelling balls off the screen that quickly. They are shot as if out of a howitzer. That's what inspired my nickname for him.

I've noticed fans have been holding signs with my "Howitzer" appellation at the park. I'm glad "Black Bambino" isn't catching on.

5/9/06 1:00 AM  
Blogger Maria said...

simply put & sums it up pretty well.

5/9/06 3:07 AM  

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