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The Tigers defeated the D-backs by a score of 8-3 - Sat, May 18 @ 08:10 PM EDT

2024.05.19 05:05 TigersBot The Tigers defeated the D-backs by a score of 8-3 - Sat, May 18 @ 08:10 PM EDT

Tigers @ D-backs - Sat, May 18

Game Status: Final - Score: 8-3 Tigers

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Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Greene, R - LF 6 1 2 0 0 1 6 .248 .356 .473
2 Canha - DH 4 1 1 0 1 1 1 .247 .368 .425
3 Pérez, W - RF 4 1 2 4 0 0 1 .300 .373 .533
4 Carpenter, K - RF 3 0 0 0 0 2 1 .270 .321 .508
a-Vierling - CF 1 0 0 0 1 0 2 .262 .287 .408
5 Urshela - 3B 5 1 3 1 0 0 0 .290 .300 .348
6 Keith, C - 2B 4 0 0 0 1 2 4 .190 .254 .214
7 Torkelson - 1B 5 1 1 0 0 3 3 .226 .292 .345
8 Báez, J - SS 5 2 4 1 0 1 1 .207 .236 .289
9 Kelly, C - C 4 1 2 2 0 1 1 .232 .329 .304
Totals 41 8 15 8 3 11 20
Tigers
a-Walked for Carpenter, K in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Urshela 2 (4, Gallen, Gallen); Báez, J 2 (8, Gallen, Gallen); Greene, R (8, Mantiply); Kelly, C (2, Ginkel). 3B: Pérez, W 2 (4, Gallen, Mantiply). TB: Báez, J 6; Canha; Greene, R 3; Kelly, C 3; Pérez, W 6; Torkelson; Urshela 5. RBI: Báez, J (19); Kelly, C 2 (9); Pérez, W 4 (13); Urshela (7). 2-out RBI: Pérez, W 3; Kelly, C; Urshela; Báez, J. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Carpenter, K; Greene, R 3; Vierling; Keith, C; Báez, J. SF: Pérez, W. Team RISP: 6-for-18. Team LOB: 11.
FIELDING: PB: Kelly, C (1). DP: 2 (Báez, J; Keith, C-Báez, J-Torkelson).
D-backs Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Carroll - CF 4 1 1 0 0 0 3 .189 .277 .260
2 Marte, K - 2B 4 1 1 1 0 2 1 .287 .333 .525
3 Pederson - DH 3 0 1 1 0 1 1 .297 .407 .535
a-Grichuk - DH 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 .288 .319 .424
4 Walker, C - 1B 3 0 0 0 1 2 2 .255 .364 .430
5 Smith, P - RF 3 0 1 0 0 1 2 .257 .289 .429
b-Gurriel Jr. - LF 1 0 1 1 0 0 0 .230 .280 .368
6 Suárez, E - 3B 4 0 0 0 0 2 4 .211 .280 .319
7 Moreno - C 3 0 1 0 1 2 0 .239 .346 .339
8 McCarthy - RF 3 0 0 0 1 0 2 .274 .352 .379
9 Newman - SS 4 0 1 0 0 1 2 .253 .284 .418
Totals 33 3 8 3 3 11 17
D-backs
a-Singled for Pederson in the 8th. b-Singled for Smith, P in the 8th.
BATTING: 3B: Carroll (1, Flaherty); Marte, K (2, Flaherty). TB: Carroll 3; Grichuk; Gurriel Jr.; Marte, K 3; Moreno; Newman; Pederson; Smith, P. RBI: Gurriel Jr. (26); Marte, K (25); Pederson (10). 2-out RBI: Gurriel Jr. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Walker, C; Suárez, E. GIDP: Carroll. Team RISP: 2-for-11. Team LOB: 6.
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Flaherty (W, 1-3) 6.0 5 2 2 2 9 0 98-61 3.79
Lange 1.0 1 0 0 1 0 0 15-5 2.70
Chafin 0.2 2 1 0 0 1 0 11-7 3.68
Brieske 1.1 0 0 0 0 1 0 17-10 0.00
Totals 9.0 8 3 2 3 11 0
D-backs Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Gallen (L, 5-3) 6.2 7 3 3 0 10 0 98-68 3.02
Mantiply 0.0 2 3 3 1 0 0 5-4 4.67
Martinez, Ju 0.1 1 0 0 1 0 0 16-9 0.69
Ginkel 1.0 4 2 2 0 0 0 26-18 4.91
Jarvis 1.0 1 0 0 1 1 0 25-16 4.56
Totals 9.0 15 8 8 3 11 0
Game Info
IBB: Canha (by Mantiply).
HBP: Kelly, C (by Jarvis).
Pitches-strikes: Flaherty 98-61; Lange 15-5; Chafin 11-7; Brieske 17-10; Gallen 98-68; Mantiply 5-4; Martinez, Ju 16-9; Ginkel 26-18; Jarvis 25-16.
Groundouts-flyouts: Flaherty 6-0; Lange 1-0; Chafin 1-0; Brieske 0-2; Gallen 3-5; Mantiply 0-0; Martinez, Ju 1-0; Ginkel 1-1; Jarvis 1-1.
Batters faced: Flaherty 24; Lange 4; Chafin 4; Brieske 4; Gallen 27; Mantiply 3; Martinez, Ju 3; Ginkel 7; Jarvis 6.
Inherited runners-scored: Brieske 1-0; Mantiply 1-1; Martinez, Ju 1-1.
Umpires: HP: Nate Tomlinson. 1B: Chris Segal. 2B: Larry Vanover. 3B: David Rackley.
Weather: 78 degrees, Roof Closed.
Wind: 0 mph, None.
First pitch: 5:12 PM.
T: 2:51.
Att: 35,826.
Venue: Chase Field.
May 18, 2024
Inning Scoring Play Score
Bottom 6 Ketel Marte triples (2) on a fly ball to left fielder Riley Greene. Corbin Carroll scores. 1-0 AZ
Bottom 6 Joc Pederson singles on a ground ball to center fielder Wenceel Pérez. Ketel Marte scores. 2-0 AZ
Top 7 Javier Báez doubles (8) on a sharp line drive to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Gio Urshela scores. 2-1 AZ
Top 7 Carson Kelly singles on a ground ball to right fielder Pavin Smith. Javier Báez scores. 2-2
Top 7 Wenceel Pérez triples (4) on a fly ball to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Carson Kelly scores. Riley Greene scores. Mark Canha scores. 5-2 DET
Top 7 Gio Urshela singles on a ground ball to shortstop Kevin Newman. Wenceel Pérez scores. Matt Vierling to 2nd. 6-2 DET
Top 8 Carson Kelly doubles (2) on a ground ball to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Spencer Torkelson scores. Javier Báez to 3rd. 7-2 DET
Top 8 Wenceel Pérez out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Javier Báez scores. Carson Kelly to 3rd. 8-2 DET
Bottom 8 Lourdes Gurriel Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Wenceel Pérez. Randal Grichuk scores. 8-3 DET
Team Highlight
AZ Ketel Marte's RBI triple (00:00:28)
DET Javier Báez's RBI double (00:00:25)
DET Carson Kelly's game-tying single (00:00:29)
DET Wenceel Pérez's go-ahead triple (00:00:29)
DET Carson Kelly's RBI double (00:00:15)
AZ Zac Gallen strikes out 10 across 6 2/3 innings (00:01:52)
AZ Lourdes Gurriel Jr.'s RBI single (00:00:29)
DET Beau Brieske secures the Tigers' win (00:00:21)
DET Jack Flaherty strikes out nine across six innings (00:01:19)
DET Javier Báez's four-hit game (00:01:21)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Tigers 0 0 0 0 0 0 6 2 0 8 15 0 11
D-backs 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 1 0 3 8 0 6

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2024.05.19 01:46 JoeMorgue I got trapped on an Alpine Coaster for hours.

You guys know what an alpine coaster is? They are like a small roller coaster you find in the mountains. They are also called summer toboggans or mountain coasters and I think there’s some long German compound word they are called in parts of Europe. They are like a roller coaster, but with much smaller one or two person sleds you just sit on instead of multi-person cars you ride in, and instead of being built with like a scaffolding or a framework the tracks are just on the ground, using the elevation of the mountain. Basically it’s a coaster track on the side of a mountain where you ride a sled down.
They are pretty fun. Or at least I used to think so. They are more “personal” than roller coasters and although you get nowhere near the speed on them that you do on a good traditional roller coaster and they can’t do corkscrews or loops or anything like that the openness and simplicity of the ride gives an impression of a much greater speed. You’re just sitting there with nothing but a little plastic sled and the track between you and the ground as it goes zooming by. It’s like the difference between how fast a go-cart feels compared to how fast a sports car feels. You know the sports car goes faster but the open, simpleness of a go-cart feels a different kind of fast. There’s plenty of POV Youtube videos if you want to get the basic idea of what they are.
I used to love alpine coasters. Used to.
My family used to go to Gatlinburg and Pigeon Forge and up and down the Smokey Mountains for vacations when I was a kid and they are common in that area and I’d always rode them every chance I got.
But as with so many things after I grew up and went to college they just became part of my childhood that slipped away. They aren’t exactly common once you get away from the mountains.
Until one cool spring afternoon in 2004. I was in my final year at college and I was driving back to campus in Tennessee after a short visit to my folks in North Carolina. It was only like a 4 or 5 hour drive via the most efficient route and I had no need to be back at campus early so instead of taking the freeway all the way I got off and took part of my trip through the mountains. The scenery was nicer and I admit I liked pushing my Camaro just a little faster than I should through the twisty mountain roads.
Just after lunchtime happened upon one of those little by-the-highway tourist towns deep somewhere in the Smoky Mountains near the Carolina/Tennessee border. Nothing fancy, a gas station/truck stop, a diner, a couple of places selling tourist merch nestled deep in the mountains. I pulled into the gas station. My tank was getting low and I needed to stretch my legs, maybe grab something to eat. It was still early and I only had another couple of hours. I could kill an hour or so and still make it back to campus at a decent hour.
I pulled into the gas station and was filling my tank when I happened to glance across the road and… well I’ll be damned. There it was. “The Blue Ridge Alpine Coaster.” Nestled on the side of the mountain was a building, a mockup of a red barn, where a single railed track that led up into the mountains, where it soon got lost in the greenery. Wooden hand painted standees of cartoon character bears dressed in stereotypical “Hillbilly” getup stood around, some of them holding signs showing the ride hours and ticket costs and other info. I had to admit, as silly as it was, it made me smile.I finished pumping my gas and, well, nostalgia is a helluva thing. I decided then and there I could waste a little time riding an Alpine Coaster again after all these years before getting back on the road.
I parked my car in a corner of the truck stop's parking lot, put my phone in the center console, this being the days before smart phones when people didn’t keep their phones with them 24/7 and I didn’t want my old Nokia brick phone to fall out during the ride, locked my car and walked across the mountain highway to the Alpine Coaster building.
Getting closer, the place was less inviting. The half hearted attempt at a whimsical faux-Americana kitsch was far less effective when it brushed up against the actual decaying, run down wooden building. Hell calling it a building was generous. It was a wood frame holding up a long roof that covered the area where you got on the sleds. The wood boards creaked under my footsteps.
The only real enclosed structure was a shack that held, what I assumed, was a ticket booth. A door on the side had both a single occupancy bathroom with an out of order sign on it. An old Pepsi machine buzzed and glowed next to it.
Still the place looked alive. Ahead of me a bored looking attendant was helping a mother and her young son into one of the sleds while in a bored monotone repeating the safety brief. A few people were waiting in line at the ticket booth. Up in the mountains the playful shouts of people on the ride echoed down. Fond memories of my own childhood rides flooded my mind.10 minutes and 15 dollars later I was settling into the hard plastic seat of a bright red sled sat atop a simple aluminum rail.
I couldn’t help but grin as the sled slowly climbed the track up the mountains, making click-clack ratcheting sounds that hit my nostalgia centers hard. I felt good. The air was cool and crisp and smelled of pine.Higher and higher in the mountains we went. I don’t know if this is my mind trying to make sense of it after the fact but when I remember these moments, the last good moments, I sometimes think I remember a very slight, very subtle pit of fear in my stomach. I honestly don’t know if I felt it at the time or not or it’s just how my mind tries to make sense of it looking back at.
But either way mostly I was enjoying myself. I smiled. I was a kid again. I could hear riders in front of me let out that initial yell of terrified glee you get at the first drop of any good ride.
It peaked. I glanced around. I could see for miles, rolling hills and mountains. I the sled tipped over and zoomed down the mountain and I let out the same happy yell I heard from the other passengers.The ride zoomed down the mountain, catching speed. The mountain forest floor zoomed past, only a few feet under me. Trees zoomed past. I gave out a happy whoop as the ride banked hard around a curve and then looped back under itself.Another dip, another curve. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the G-forces pulling me every which way.
There was no one exact single moment where things started to go “wrong.” The ride kept going. And going. At this point the first creeping thought entered my head.
The ride… was still going.
It just started to hit me… this ride was going on for a really long time. I had taken a dozen rides on various coasters of this type before that day and they topped out at about 5 minutes or so, and that was the long ones. Longer than a traditional roller coaster but not that long. This one had been going on for what felt like 10, maybe even 15 minutes.
I looked back over my shoulder and could only see trees, moving too fast to really get a bearing on where I was at in relation to anything.
I wasn't exactly really worried yet. Okay so I had found a particularly long alpine coaster. At the time I wasn’t 100% wasn't sure they didn’t exist or anything like that. I was a little… unnerved but nothing was happening that was impossible. Yet.
I was trying to talk myself back into just enjoying the ride and stop overthinking it, and halfway succeeded, when out of nowhere I suddenly banked hard, the track jutting out almost over a sheer cliffside. I gripped the sled more tightly as I was whipped around. The ride then dipped hard and picked up speed, barreling down the side of the mountain.
I was pushed back against the seat by the force of the drop. Jesus I didn’t remember them being this rough. I was feeling slightly nauseous. And where had this elevation drop come from I wondered? I was still in the foothills and I didn’t remember seeing anything but gentle rolling hills and light drops from looking at the ride’s route earlier. How the ride had managed such a long, steep drop in this area I didn’t know. . For the first time I hoped that the ride would be over soon. I had no idea then how much I would want that same hope to be true so much more as time went on.
With a whiplash motion I was whipped forward and then back as the ride leveled out on flat ground again, but by this point I was going fast, too fast. My neck hurt from the mild whiplash and I felt sour in my throat and for a moment the contents of my stomach threatened to come back up. For the first, but hardly the last time the ride felt unsafe. Alpine Coasters are tame affairs, much slower and gentler than full on roller coasters but this thing was throwing me around like no thrill ride I had ever been on.
I looked around. I mean I wasn’t that deep into the woods. I should have been able to see a glimpse of something; the highway, the gas station, the tourist shops, the Alpine Coaster office, something, anything. But nothing. Just trees.
I forced back some panic for the first time. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. The ride zoomed along. I counted to 60. I counted to 60 again. And again. Okay this was getting uncomfortably harder and harder to explain.
Suddenly I noticed that up ahead the track seemed to just end, for one brief, terrible moment I thought the track just ended but I was wrong. Almost without warning the track dipped in an almost vertical drop. I almost screamed as I plummeted for 20, maybe 30 seconds before flattening out again.
By this point the voice in my head that was telling me something was wrong was louder and I could no longer tell myself it was wrong. This ride could not have been this long. I tried to make sense of it, wondering if somehow I had gotten diverted onto some kind of maintenance track or, hell for one brief irrational moment even entertaining the idea that I had wound up on an actual train track somehow. But that was absurd. The rail below me was not a train track, it was still just the simple, aluminum rail of an alpine coaster and there had been no diversions or junctions in the track. I was still on the ride, as insane as that was starting to feel. Had the ride somehow looped? Again after having the thought I immediately dismissed it as crazy. There’s no way I could have missed the ride building where I got on. And what kind of ride loops over and over?
The sled zoomed through the forest, oddly never seeming to lose speed despite the relatively flat grade of the track. I cursed myself for leaving my phone in the car and not wearing a watch. I don’t know exactly how long I had been on the ride at that point but it felt like I had been on the ride for a half hour, maybe more. But time is a funny thing when you’re in a situation you’ve never been in. Could have been more, could have been less, at that point.
My pride finally failed me. I started to scream for help. I screamed out that the ride was broken, to stop it, that I needed help. I did that for about ten minutes or so I think. The ride kept going. Mostly flat, level track with occasional mild dips and turns. But the simple length of the ride grew more and more unnerving and unexplainable.
I thought about just bailing out. But the ride, impossibly, was still not slowing down and chunks of mountain rock and thick tree trunks were all around me. Bailing out without risking smashing into a rock or a tree seemed impossible.
The ride kept going.
Up ahead the forest was clearing out some, I could see the forest brightening, more sunlight making it through the canopy.
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
The trees stopped and I had just enough time to take in a flat, open area of rock maybe 40, 50 yards at most before another sheer cliff. The tracks twisted and turned and then shot straight down. But that wasn’t the worst of it. For a moment, a very short moment, I had a clear view for miles and the landscape was, to be blunt, totally impossible. Any possibility that I had just stumbled on some incredibly long ride was blasted out of my head. Barren, volcanic looking rock stretched for miles. Jagged, black rocky outcroppings as far as the eye could see. I was in the goddamn Smoky Mountains. They don’t look like that.
I had a few moments for the terror of that view to settle in before the cart plunged into another horrifying drop. I gripped the handles of the cheap plastic sled until my knuckles turned white. The drop felt completely vertical, like I was falling at terminal velocity. I screamed. My stomach dropped and turned. I imagined the sled coming away from the track and me just plummeting screaming to my death on the rocks below. But somehow the ride still functioned. I closed my eyes tightly and just waited for whatever was going to happen. Eventually after several what felt like a full minute of steep plunging the track again leveled out, and I opened my eyes to see myself moving at breakneck speed over that black, rocky landscape.
Now that I was moving on a more or less flat horizontal track again I took a few deep breaths. I looked over the edge of the track. Nothing but that black, jagged rock, almost looking like obsidian, zooming past. I had no idea how fast the sled was moving now. Fast. Faster than a gravity powered sled should be moving. And the track was higher off the ground now. Alpine slides usually stick pretty close to the ground, but I was 20 feet or so in the air, the track suspended in the air, a simple metal tube tower like a power pylon every few yards.
Without any immediate threat and the sled moving fast but steadily and level I was able to think about my situation again, for all the good that did me. Ahead of me the track just continued to the horizon, nothing but the same rocky landscape as far as I could see. I craned my neck to look back over my shoulder and looked back behind me and it looked the same. Even the mountains were but distant specs on the horizon behind me.
This was insane. There’s not a giant seemingly endless field of black jagged rock in the goddamn Smoky Mountains. There’s no cliff faces tall and steep enough for a multi-minute vertical drop. And alpine coasters were small affairs, not major engineering projects that span miles with pylons and vertical tracks. It made no sense.
Sadly it wasn’t going to start making any more sense anytime soon.
The ride kept going.
I was on this rocky landscape for several hours. I feel comfortable saying this because I could actually notice the sun getting lower in the sky. And the sled wasn’t slowing down despite the grade of the track being flat. I was getting cramped from sitting and stretched my legs and twisted my back as best I could. Didn’t do much help. My eyes were starting to get irritated from the constant wind in them. Worst of all it was starting to get chilly. I only had on a light jacket, a windbreaker, just something to keep the breeze off me, no real insulation. I was cold, my joints were stiff, I was hungry and thirsty. My eyes watered and my throat was so dry it was sore.
But none of that was as bad as just how little sense this all made. There’s nothing like this place anywhere near the Smoky Mountains. This was like some volcanic rock landscape. The more I thought about it the less sense it made.
The ride kept going.
My mind didn’t even try to process this. Whatever I was experiencing simply couldn’t be possible. I was crazy. I was dreaming. The CIA had kidnapped me and dosed me with some new version of LSD and I was in a straightjacket in a padded room at Area 51.
The sled kept zooming along as the sky turned to dusk. Soon the bridge disappeared from my view and I continued on along the endless, rocky, featureless landscape.
I sat back against the sled, mentally and physically numb. I was exhausted. I was thirsty. I was cramping up. I was hungry. I had to pee. I held it for as long as I could, then had no choice but just wet myself. I cried until I had no more tears left. Then I just sat there.
The ride kept going.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon my throat felt like sandpaper. I dug around in my jacket pockets hoping to find a stick of gum or piece of candy. Nothing. I checked again, having nothing else to do. Under a crumpled store receipt in the inner pocket of my jacket was a single old, forgotten cough drop. I unwrapped it from the paper and popped it in my mouth. Saliva flooded back into my mouth and I was overwhelmed by the methanol and medicine taste. It was something at least, although I knew it would be a brief and temporary fix at best.
I felt my eyes get heavy. It was getting colder. That mountain cold. That deep cold the mountains have even into the early spring when the sun goes down. That kind that just pulls the heat right out of you. I shivered. A terrible, horrible certainty came to me. I would ride until I passed out from exhaustion or the hypothermia set in. My body would tumble off the sled to fall and skip across the rocky ground like a stone skipping across a lake, my bones breaking as I tumbled until my body finally came to a stop. If I was lucky I would be killed and not have to lie for days, broken and bruised, on the ground until death took me.
The ride kept going. The ride kept going. The fucking ride kept going.
“Fuck you” I said to the ride, my voice a horse whisper. I pulled my jacket closer around me, for all the good it did. The cold wind was slowly but surely pulling my body heat away. My shivering got worse, crossing the line from a simple normal shiver into those deep, almost violent full body ones.. I wasn’t anything you could call an experienced outdoorsman, but I knew enough to know that wasn’t a good sign.
It was getting dark. There was a full moon at least so I wasn’t totally in the dark.
About then I noticed something. The landscape, what little I could see in the fading light, was changing. It was smoothing out, becoming less rocky and craggy. Up ahead an odd, shimmering light was starting to appear on the ground.
I was over it before I even realized what it was. The tracks were going over a smooth surface.
Water. It was a lake. The odd lights I had seen were the moon, reflected in ripples on the lake.
Within minutes I was out of the view of the land. After the nearly endless rocky landscape and everything else I had seen, it scared me how little I was shocked. I didn’t like how mentally numb I was getting. I leaned over. There was enough moonlight to see the water, 15 or 20 feet below the track. The pylons holding up the track went into the water, the light wasn’t good enough to even make a guess at how far they went down or how deep the water was.I leaned back in the sled. My eyes were red and bloodshot from the constant wind. I closed them. This was a mistake.I jerked awake. I don’t know if I dozed off for a split second or an hour. My weight had shifted and I caught myself as my center of gravity was in danger of sending me off the sled and into the water.
I screamed in anger. A deep primal scream. I hurt so bad. My joints felt like they were full of glass. My limbs were full of pins and needles. I glanced over at the water. For the first time on the very edges of my brain a tiny voice started to speak up, telling me that I could be all over if I just jumped. I shut the voice up, but it scared me still.
I sat there as the ride went on. It felt like hours. Eventually the lake ended in a rocky shore line. The damned ride. There was no safe place to bail out. If the ride slowed down, it was high in the air, if it moved toward the ground it sped up. Sharp rocks, big trees, nothing you could safely bail out into.
I kept having to force myself awake. I kept dozing off. Once I felt myself falling asleep and drove a vicious uppercut into my own nose to stave it off.
I seriously started to think about how much longer I could hang on. The voice came back again. This time I didn’t shut it up. I wasn’t admitting it to myself yet, but I was starting to think about the best way to land that would end it quickly if I needed to.
Something was ahead. The track seemed to dip into the ground. I was too tired, too beaten to even get scared. I was just resigned to whatever happened at this point.
With little warning the track took my sled into a tunnel in the ground. Everything went completely pitch black. After several moments even the dim moonlight was gone.
This was the worst part. The creepy forest, the immense rocky landscape, the eerie lake… those were bad. But this was just nothing. Nothing to look at, nothing to hear, nothing for reference or sense of where I was going. The walls of the tunnel felt like they were inches from me in every direction. The air felt thick, like there wasn’t enough oxygen.
With every moment I was in that tunnel I lost a little more hope. After a long, long time I made a decision. When I got out of this tunnel, I would jump. I didn’t care anymore. Hopefully there would be a spot where I could be certain the fall would instantly kill me. I was done. The ride had beaten me. I sat there, waiting for a chance to end this on my terms. That was all I had left.
Eventually up ahead, a tiny speck of light appeared. I gathered my strength, ready to end it. I sat up, getting my legs under me so I could jump as soon as we were clear. The sled burst out of the tunnel. The dim light of the full moon was enough to be momentarily blinding after the pitch black of the tunnel.. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust.
I was back in a normal looking Appalachian forest. Rolling hills, green trees. The air smelled of pine again. I heard an owl hoot off somewhere.
Slowly I lowered myself back into a setting position, in shock. At first I refused to believe it but the ride was slowing down. I held still, making sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, but no, the cheap plastic sled that had been my world for what felt like an eternity was slowing down.
Up ahead, a structure was visible, peeking out from among the trees in the dim lighting as the sled moved down the track.
It was the Alpine Slide building. The crappy fake red barn where I had boarded this cursed ride so long ago. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, sure it was either my mind or the cursed ride playing tricks with me. But the building stayed there.
It grew closer and closer. The track leveled completely out. The sled slowed down more. Before I had the time to really come to terms with it I arrived back at the building.
The sled slowed to a stop, gently pumping against another sled parked on the track. I sat there for a few moments, gasping in great big gulping fear breaths, trying to assure myself the ride didn’t have one last trick of its sleeve.
I looked around. The place was empty, deserted. The overhead lights were still on and the old Pepsi machine still glowed and buzzed, but the ticket booth was dark and empty, a metal gate pulled down over the ticket window.
Suddenly it hit me that I was free and I practically leapt out of the sled and onto the platform. I immediately collapsed. My legs were jelly and my head was spinning. I tried to stand up again and doubled over, dry heaving. Have you ever been out on a boat for a day and have that weird reverse motion sickness when you’re back on solid land? It was like that times a hundred. My inner ear was literally pounding, all the motion had really done a number on it.
I laid there for a few moments and eventually forced myself to stand up on my two wobbling legs. I looked around, a horrible certainty creeping into my mind that there would be no exit, no way off the platform but to my relief an exit turnstyle, one of those full height ones, was set into the fence that surrounded the ride property.
I went through it and found myself back on the main road. The truckstop was still there, still open but far less busy. My car sat in the same corner of the parking lot I had left it.
I allowed myself one look back, just one quick one. The metal skeleton of the Alpine Slide track sat there, dark and quiet but otherwise normal.
I stumbled-ran back to my car, dug the keys out of my pocket, and collapsed inside. When the door shut I let out a primal scream, the tons of fear and confusion and anger all fusing into a single, raw emotion. I screamed again and again.
After a few moments I felt like I was emotionally at least back to a place where I could act, although I wasn’t sure yet what to do next. Not really knowing what to do I cranked the car. The A/C had been on low when I shut off the car and it came roaring back to life and cold air blowing on me almost sent me back into a full on panic attack. I fumbled with the climate controls until the air stopped blowing directly on me, then calmed down enough to turn the heat on, helping to get the chill out of my bones. There was a half full bottle of water in the center console cup holder and I grabbed it and chugged it. Nothing ever tasted as good before or sense as that few ounces of water.
That was when I noticed the clock on the radio head unit. It was 4:17 in the morning. It had been about one, one thirty or so in the afternoon when I got on the accursed ride.
Over 15 hours. I had been on the goddamn ride for over 15 hours. Over half a day.
I just sat there. Warming up. Calming down. I was exhausted. I was dehydrated. I can’t even describe how my head felt. I probably had at least a minor case of hypothermia. I thought about going into the gas station and asking for help but what would I even say, and more than anything I just wanted to get away from this place. And I just wanted to get away. I wanted to be nowhere near that damn ride.
I put the Camaro in gear and pulled into the street and in panic I immediately slammed on the brakes. I was lucky there was no traffic on the road at that moment. The feeling of accelerating to just normal surface street speeds made me sick to my stomach. I gathered myself and very slowly accelerated the car I usually treated with a very heavy foot up to 30 miles an hour. Every time I tried to accelerate at a pace faster than “Old Lady Going to Church, Uphill” I would have a panic attack. I was okay once I was up to speed, but accelerating freaked me out after being on that ride.
I drove about 30 minutes, putting some arbitrary amount of distance between myself and the coaster. Eventually I made it back to where the twisty mountain road met back up with a major road that would eventually meet back up with the highway. After a few more minutes of driving I saw the onramp for the highway. There was one of those big truckstop travel plazas and pulled in, parking right up at the door. I smelled like pee and I can only imagine how I looked, but I didn’t care.
I kept a couple of emergency 20s in the back of my wallet and spent it on the biggest bottle of water the store had, an overpriced bottle of eye drops, and a huge travel mug of coffee. The clerk looked at me as if he was expecting me to either drop dead or rob him the entire time.
Back in my car I downed the coffee. I put a few eye drops in each of my eyes and sat there as the caffeine took effect until I felt like I could make it back to my apartment. The sun was just coming up when I finally pulled out of the truck stop and got on the freeway. I slowly, very slowly, accelerated up to highway speed, put the Camaro in cruise control, and let the miles start to drift away. I turned on the radio, I needed to hear human voices. Every time my mind went back to what had just happened I turned the radio up louder, eventually drowning it out with painful levels of rock music. I wasn’t ready to think about it yet. Yes looking back I know I was just in denial. I finally made it back to the crappy little apartment I had off campus, a little two story walk up studio. I let myself in and collapsed on the cheap couch. I was asleep before I even had the time to decide whether or not to do anything else. I woke up later that afternoon. I took a shower and ate a meal and didn’t think about the ride. I washed the pee stained filthy clothes I had been wearing and didn’t think about the ride. I went back to class and didn’t think about the ride. Every time I thought about the ride I forced it out of my head. I’m sure this wasn’t the most mentally healthy thing to do but what can you say?
I didn’t forget about it, don’t be silly. This isn’t the kind of thing you forget. One day while looking up something else in the university’s library my curiosity got the better of me and I looked up the Alpine Slide. No website but a few Google Map and Yelp mentions. None of them mentioned anything weird, certainly nothing even remotely like what I experienced. Near as I can tell it closed sometimes in the winter of 2012.
Life went on. I mean, that’s what it does. The next day was a little better. And the day after that a little better. And the day after that a little better still. I met a nice girl. Graduated. Got married. Got a nice house in the suburbs. Got a dog. Had a daughter. Spent a lot of time happy and not thinking about being trapped on an endless alpine coaster.And that was my life for many, many years after that.
Until a few weeks back when as a very different person I found myself driving a boring and safe mid sized family SUV through those same mountains. My wife Carol, 5 months pregnant, sat in the passenger seat, our 6 year old daughter Emily in a booster seat in the back, and Max our mixed breed mutt next to her. It had been a nice pleasant trip, driving back from visiting her folks.
I hadn’t thought about that fucking ride in so long I barely registered that I was in the same general area until it was too late. Suddenly I realized that little mountain tourist trap town was only a few minutes down the road. I swallowed hard and gripped the steering wheel hard. Carol was looking out the window at the scenery and Emily was deep into some kid’s Youtube video on an iPad. I forced myself to keep my breath steady as we rounded the corner.The town was still there, sorta. Time had not been kind to it. The gas station was still there, at some point it had been bought out by Shell. The tourist trap shops were still there. One of them was now a vape shop. The diner was closed, the building looking like it sat unused for a long time.
But of course that’s not what I cared about. A looked over at the site where the Alpine Coaster once stood. It was gone. The kitschy fake barn was gone. The site was just a bare concrete slab with a chainlink fence around it. Faded “no trespassing” and “for sale” signs hung off the fence. A pile of old, decaying lumber that might have once long ago been part of the structure covered part of the old lot. No sign of the track remained outside of some old concrete support posts dotting the side of the mountain.
I exhaled out a breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in. Soon the little town disappeared in my rear view mirror.
About a half hour later we stopped for gas. I pulled up to a gas pump across from a massive motorhome. Max stuck his head out the window and started barking at a little white dog, a toy breed of some kind, in the window of the motorhome. Carol and Emily immediately headed into the store to restock on snacks while I fueled up.
I stood there, a half smile on my lips as Max barked and wagged his tail in an attempt to attract the attention of the other dog while I filled up the tank, said dog doing an admirable job of ignoring him.
Right about the time I finished fueling up and cleaning the bugs off the windshield Carol returned from inside the store, Emily in tow, arms filled with two full sized bags of Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips and what looked to be a half dozen individually wrapped pickles.
I raised an eyebrow at the collection of food but knew better than to question a pregnant woman's snack choices.
“Should we take Max for a quick walk?” Carol asked. The travel plaza had a nice little gated dog walking area off to the side.
“Yeah probably not a bad idea, he’s been cooped up in the car for a few hours.” I said. Max, upon hearing his name and the word “walk” , forgot about the other dog and upgraded from wagging his tail to wagging his entire body while making whining sounds and staring right at me.
About this time I became half aware that the big motor home next to us was pulling away. I didn’t think much of it, outside of doing a quick automatic mental check to make sure Emily was well clear of the moving vehicle, but she was safely between me and our SUV, well out of the way.
But that was when Emily looked behind me and cheerfully yelled “Daddy look a roller coaster! Can I ride the coaster?”
It’s cliche as fuck I know but my blood went cold.
I turned around slowly, certain in my knowledge that terrible old decrepit Alpine Coaster would be there, having just popped into existence to trap me again.
That.. is not what I saw. Sure enough there was a coaster there, one I hadn’t noticed earlier because it had mostly been blocked by the motor home, but there it was. It was even an Alpine Coaster.
But it was not the same coaster I had encountered those years ago. That was immediately obvious. It was a small but modern and newish looking setup with neon lights and a bunch of people. There was an actual building where you bought tickets and a little snack stand.
“Daddy! Can we go on the coaster!” Emily asked again.
My mouth made motions but no words came out. I glanced over at Carol, hoping she’d say we didn’t have time but to my horror she smiled and said “You know what? That does sound like fun. Daddy will take you while I take Max for a walk.”
My mind raced, trying to think of a way to get out of it. But Emily was already dragging me across the parking lot to the entrance.
I patted my pocket, making sure my phone was in it. Every fiber of my being was screaming to run away. I slept walked through the line and the ticket booth while Emily bounced happily.
We got into a two seat plastic sled. This one was actually a lot nicer than the one my mind wouldn’t stop thinking about. It had two nice cushioned seats, big grab handles, even a nice rollbar.
The sled started up the track. I fought back the panic. I swerved my head around, keeping the building in my view. I was terrified of losing sight of it. We made it to the top and Emily did a happy squeal as we started down the side of the mountain.
My heart raced. Any second, any second my mind told me we’d lose sight of the building and then the ride would never end. The ride sped down the mountain. My mind tortured me with thoughts of not only going through it again, but seeing Emily go through it. The ride went around a big, banking turn. Emily kept shouting happily. How long before Carol reported us missing I wondered? Could I keep Emily calm? What if it lasted even longer this time? What if this time it never ended?
And then we were back at the start of the ride. The same attendant who had helped us into the sled was helping Emily out. I stepped out. The attendant gave me a brief look but said nothing. I guess I looked a little wild eyed.
I was fine. Emily was fine. It had been a perfectly normal, fun ride.
“That was fun Daddy! Thank you!” Emily said. I forced a smile back. “It was fun.” I responded, hoping like I sounded like I meant it.
I took Emily’s hand and we walked back to the car. Max saw us coming and barked happily. Carol looked up from the pint of Ben and Jerry’s she had somehow acquired and added to her snack collection while we were gone and smiled at us.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
“It was so fun Mommy!” Emily said.
Carol smiled down at her, but then looked at me and frowned. “Are you okay?” Carol could read my face a lot better than the attendant could. “You’re pale.”
I smiled and this time the smile felt real. “Ya know what. Yeah, I think I am okay.”
Carol looked a little puzzled, but didn’t press it. We loaded Emily back in her booster seat, stopped Max from trying desperately to eat half a discarded gas station hot dog off the ground and got him back in the car. Carol and her small collection of snack food took her place in the passenger seat and I got in the driver's seat.I smiled. I cranked the car. I put it in gear. I pulled out of the gas station and back on the road, this time accelerating just a little faster than I had in years.

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2024.05.19 01:21 NewYorkMetsBot2 POST GAME THREAD: The Mets fell to the Marlins by a score of 10-9 - Sat, May 18 @ 04:10 PM EDT

Mets @ Marlins - Sat, May 18

Game Status: Final - Score: 10-9 Marlins

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Mets Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Lindor - SS 5 1 0 1 0 1 6 .190 .265 .352
2 Alonso - 1B 6 0 2 0 0 1 2 .230 .308 .454
3 Nimmo - LF 4 3 1 0 0 0 3 .216 .362 .399
Díaz - P 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
Diekman - P 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
a-Stewart, D - PH 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 .203 .375 .405
López, Jo - P 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
4 Martinez, J - DH 5 0 2 2 0 1 1 .315 .359 .466
1-Taylor, T - LF 1 1 0 0 0 0 1 .253 .274 .363
5 Vientos - 3B 4 1 2 1 1 1 1 .333 .391 .571
6 Marte, S - RF 4 1 3 1 0 0 1 .266 .313 .379
7 Bader - CF 5 1 1 2 0 2 5 .273 .316 .328
8 McNeil - 2B 4 1 2 2 1 0 4 .239 .318 .310
9 Nido - C 5 0 2 0 0 0 2 .232 .259 .304
Totals 44 9 15 9 2 7 27
Mets
a-Struck out for Diekman in the 10th. 1-Ran for Martinez, J in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Vientos (2, Garrett, B); Nimmo (8, Faucher); Martinez, J (5, Faucher); Marte, S (7, Faucher). TB: Alonso 2; Bader; Marte, S 4; Martinez, J 3; McNeil 2; Nido 2; Nimmo 2; Vientos 3. RBI: Bader 2 (10); Lindor (22); Marte, S (16); Martinez, J 2 (9); McNeil 2 (10); Vientos (4). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Nido; Alonso; Taylor, T; Marte, S; Lindor 2; McNeil 2. GIDP: Lindor; Nimmo. Team RISP: 7-for-21. Team LOB: 11.
FIELDING: DP: (Severino, L-McNeil-Alonso).
Marlins Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Chisholm Jr. - CF 5 3 3 3 0 0 0 .260 .333 .434
2 De La Cruz, B - DH 5 1 2 0 0 1 0 .261 .309 .452
3 Bell - 1B 5 1 3 4 0 0 0 .229 .315 .366
4 Sánchez, J - RF 4 1 0 0 1 2 3 .224 .279 .296
5 Burger - 3B 5 0 0 0 0 1 2 .178 .213 .297
Bethancourt - C 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 .132 .179 .170
6 Gordon - LF 4 1 2 1 1 0 1 .235 .264 .400
7 Lopez, O - 2B 5 1 2 2 0 1 2 .283 .333 .543
8 Bruján - SS 3 1 1 0 1 0 2 .267 .340 .411
9 Fortes - C 3 0 0 0 0 1 2 .153 .191 .247
a-Rivera, E - 3B 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 .200 .278 .225
Totals 40 10 13 10 3 6 13
Marlins
a-Popped out for Fortes in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Gordon (4, Severino, L); Lopez, O (3, Severino, L); Bruján (6, Díaz). HR: Chisholm Jr. (6, 3rd inning off Severino, L, 0 on, 1 out); Bell (6, 9th inning off Díaz, 2 on, 1 out). TB: Bell 6; Bruján 2; Chisholm Jr. 6; De La Cruz, B 2; Gordon 3; Lopez, O 3. RBI: Bell 4 (24); Chisholm Jr. 3 (24); Gordon (17); Lopez, O 2 (9). 2-out RBI: Bell; Chisholm Jr. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Bruján; Sánchez, J. GIDP: Fortes. Team RISP: 6-for-13. Team LOB: 6.
FIELDING: E: Bruján (7, fielding). DP: 2 (2 Lopez, O-Bruján-Bell).
Mets Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Severino, L 6.2 6 5 5 3 3 1 95-60 3.48
Garrett, R (H, 4) 0.1 2 0 0 0 0 0 7-5 0.78
Ottavino (H, 8) 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 6-6 2.95
Díaz 0.1 4 4 4 0 0 1 15-10 5.50
Diekman 0.2 0 0 0 0 2 0 12-8 3.07
López, Jo (L, 1-1) 0.1 1 1 0 0 0 0 5-4 2.49
Totals 9.1 13 10 9 3 6 2
Marlins Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Garrett, B 4.1 7 6 6 1 5 0 90-62 10.24
Cronin 1.2 4 1 1 0 0 0 22-17 1.64
Maldonado, A 2.0 1 0 0 0 0 0 25-17 3.75
Faucher 0.2 3 2 2 1 1 0 29-19 3.31
Nardi 0.1 0 0 0 0 0 0 11-9 6.11
Scott, Tan (W, 3-4) 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 13-7 1.89
Totals 10.0 15 9 9 2 7 0
Game Info
HBP: Lindor (by Garrett, B); Marte, S (by Garrett, B); Nimmo (by Garrett, B).
Pitches-strikes: Severino, L 95-60; Garrett, R 7-5; Ottavino 6-6; Díaz 15-10; Diekman 12-8; López, Jo 5-4; Garrett, B 90-62; Cronin 22-17; Maldonado, A 25-17; Faucher 29-19; Nardi 11-9; Scott, Tan 13-7.
Groundouts-flyouts: Severino, L 9-5; Garrett, R 0-1; Ottavino 1-1; Díaz 0-0; Diekman 0-0; López, Jo 0-0; Garrett, B 4-2; Cronin 3-0; Maldonado, A 1-2; Faucher 1-0; Nardi 2-0; Scott, Tan 2-0.
Batters faced: Severino, L 28; Garrett, R 3; Ottavino 3; Díaz 5; Diekman 2; López, Jo 2; Garrett, B 24; Cronin 7; Maldonado, A 7; Faucher 6; Nardi 2; Scott, Tan 3.
Inherited runners-scored: Garrett, R 1-1; Cronin 3-3; Nardi 2-0; Scott, Tan 1-0.
Umpires: HP: Mike Muchlinski. 1B: Jansen Visconti. 2B: Paul Clemons. 3B: Andy Fletcher.
Weather: 72 degrees, Roof Closed.
Wind: 0 mph, None.
First pitch: 4:10 PM.
T: 3:09.
Att: 15,304.
Venue: loanDepot park.
May 18, 2024
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 1 J.D. Martinez singles on a sharp line drive to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Francisco Lindor scores. Brandon Nimmo to 3rd. 1-0 NYM
Top 1 Mark Vientos singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Brandon Nimmo scores. J.D. Martinez to 2nd. 2-0 NYM
Bottom 2 Nick Gordon doubles (4) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Harrison Bader. Jesús Sánchez scores. 2-1 NYM
Bottom 3 Jazz Chisholm Jr. homers (6) on a fly ball to center field. 2-2
Top 4 Francisco Lindor grounds out, third baseman Jake Burger to first baseman Josh Bell. Jeff McNeil scores. Tomás Nido to 2nd. 3-2 NYM
Top 5 Harrison Bader singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Brandon Nimmo scores. Mark Vientos scores. Starling Marte to 3rd. 5-2 NYM
Top 5 Jeff McNeil singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Starling Marte scores. Harrison Bader scores. 7-2 NYM
Bottom 7 Otto Lopez doubles (3) on a ground ball to left fielder Brandon Nimmo. Nick Gordon scores. 7-3 NYM
Bottom 7 Jazz Chisholm Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Starling Marte. Otto Lopez scores. 7-4 NYM
Bottom 7 Josh Bell singles on a line drive to right fielder Starling Marte. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Bryan De La Cruz to 3rd. 7-5 NYM
Top 9 J.D. Martinez doubles (5) on a sharp line drive to left fielder Nick Gordon. Brandon Nimmo scores. 8-5 NYM
Top 9 Starling Marte doubles (7) on a line drive to right fielder Jesús Sánchez. Tyrone Taylor scores. 9-5 NYM
Bottom 9 Jazz Chisholm Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Starling Marte. Vidal Bruján scores. 9-6 NYM
Bottom 9 Josh Bell homers (6) on a fly ball to center field. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Bryan De La Cruz scores. 9-9
Bottom 10 Otto Lopez singles on a ground ball to center fielder Harrison Bader. Christian Bethancourt scores. 10-9 MIA
Team Highlight
MIA Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s solo homer (6) (00:00:23)
NYM Harrison Bader's two-run single (00:00:20)
NYM Jeff McNeil hits a two-run single (00:00:16)
MIA Josh Bell's RBI single (00:00:16)
NYM J.D. Martinez's RBI double (00:00:19)
NYM Starling Marte's RBI double (00:00:18)
MIA Josh Bell's game-tying three-run homer (6) (00:00:22)
MIA Otto Lopez's walk-off single in the 10th (00:00:28)
NYM Mets vs. Marlins Highlights (00:03:13)
NYM Condensed Game: NYM@MIA - 5/18/24 (00:11:43)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 R H E LOB
Mets 2 0 0 1 4 0 0 0 2 0 9 15 0 11
Marlins 0 1 1 0 0 0 3 0 4 1 10 13 1 6

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

WSH 3 @ PHI 4 - Game Over
SD 0 @ ATL 0 - Postponed
Next Mets Game: Sun, May 19, 01:40 PM EDT @ Marlins
Last Updated: 05/18/2024 09:26:45 PM EDT
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2024.05.19 01:10 BaseballBot Game Thread 5/18 ⚾ Tigers (22-22) @ D-backs (21-24) 8:10 PM ET

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Tigers (22-22) @ D-backs (21-24)

First Pitch: 8:10 PM at Chase Field
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D-backs Zac Gallen (5-2, 2.86 ERA) ARID 98.7 FM , KQMR (ES)
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
DET 0 0 0 0 0 0 6 2 0 8 15 0 11
AZ 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 1 0 3 8 0 6

Box Score

AZ AB R H RBI BB SO BA
CF Carroll 4 1 1 0 0 0 .189
2B Marte, K 4 1 1 1 0 2 .287
DH Pederson 3 0 1 1 0 1 .297
DH Grichuk 1 1 1 0 0 0 .288
1B Walker, C 3 0 0 0 1 2 .255
RF Smith, P 3 0 1 0 0 1 .257
LF Gurriel Jr. 1 0 1 1 0 0 .230
3B Suárez, E 4 0 0 0 0 2 .211
C Moreno 3 0 1 0 1 2 .239
RF McCarthy 3 0 0 0 1 0 .274
SS Newman 4 0 1 0 0 1 .253
AZ IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Gallen 6.2 7 3 3 0 10 98-68 3.02
Mantiply 0.0 2 3 3 1 0 5-4 4.67
Martinez, Ju 0.1 1 0 0 1 0 16-9 0.69
Ginkel 1.0 4 2 2 0 0 26-18 4.91
Jarvis 1.0 1 0 0 1 1 25-16 4.56
DET AB R H RBI BB SO BA
LF Greene, R 6 1 2 0 0 1 .248
DH Canha 4 1 1 0 1 1 .247
RF Pérez, W 4 1 2 4 0 0 .300
RF Carpenter, K 3 0 0 0 0 2 .270
CF Vierling 1 0 0 0 1 0 .262
3B Urshela 5 1 3 1 0 0 .290
2B Keith, C 4 0 0 0 1 2 .190
1B Torkelson 5 1 1 0 0 3 .226
SS Báez, J 5 2 4 1 0 1 .207
C Kelly, C 4 1 2 2 0 1 .232
DET IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Flaherty 6.0 5 2 2 2 9 98-61 3.79
Lange 1.0 1 0 0 1 0 15-5 2.70
Chafin 0.2 2 1 0 0 1 11-7 3.68
Brieske 1.1 0 0 0 0 1 17-10 0.00

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
B6 Ketel Marte triples (2) on a fly ball to left fielder Riley Greene. Corbin Carroll scores. 1-0
B6 Joc Pederson singles on a ground ball to center fielder Wenceel Pérez. Ketel Marte scores. 2-0
T7 Javier Báez doubles (8) on a sharp line drive to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Gio Urshela scores. 2-1
T7 Carson Kelly singles on a ground ball to right fielder Pavin Smith. Javier Báez scores. 2-2
T7 Wenceel Pérez triples (4) on a fly ball to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Carson Kelly scores. Riley Greene scores. Mark Canha scores. 2-5
T7 Gio Urshela singles on a ground ball to shortstop Kevin Newman. Wenceel Pérez scores. Matt Vierling to 2nd. 2-6
T8 Carson Kelly doubles (2) on a ground ball to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Spencer Torkelson scores. Javier Báez to 3rd. 2-7
T8 Wenceel Pérez out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Javier Báez scores. Carson Kelly to 3rd. 2-8
B8 Lourdes Gurriel Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Wenceel Pérez. Randal Grichuk scores. 3-8

Highlights

Description Length
Zac Gallen against the Tigers 0:07
Jack Flaherty against the Diamondbacks 0:11
Bullpen availability for Arizona, May 18 vs Tigers 0:07
Bullpen availability for Detroit, May 18 vs D-backs 0:07
Bench availability for Arizona, May 18 vs Tigers 0:07
Fielding alignment for Arizona, May 18 vs Tigers 0:11
Bench availability for Detroit, May 18 vs D-backs 0:07
Fielding alignment for Detroit, May 18 vs D-backs 0:11
Starting lineups for Tigers at D-backs - May 18, 2024 0:09
Breaking down Zac Gallen's pitches 0:04
Zac Gallen's outing against the Tigers 0:22
Breaking down Jack Flaherty's pitches 0:04
Jack Flaherty's outing against the D-backs 0:22
Zac Gallen smirks at former roomate then K's Kelly 0:15
Corbin Carroll's triple 0:18
Christian Walker strikes out on a foul tip. 0:06
Jake McCarthy lines into an unassisted double play, shortstop Javier Báez. Eugenio Suárez out at 2nd. 0:18
Ketel Marte extends hitting streak to 17 games 0:28
Joc Pederson's RBI single 0:14
Javier Báez's RBI double 0:25
Carson Kelly's game-tying single 0:14
Wenceel Pérez's go-ahead triple 0:29
Gio Urshela's RBI single 0:15
Carson Kelly's RBI double 0:15
Wenceel Pérez's sac fly 0:21
Zac Gallen strikes out 10 across 6 2/3 innings 1:52
Andrew Chafin In play, run(s) to Lourdes Gurriel Jr. 0:15

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Flaherty (1-3, 3.79 ERA) Gallen (5-3, 3.02 ERA)
Attendance Weather Wind
78°F, Roof Closed 0 mph, None
HP 1B 2B 3B
Nate Tomlinson Chris Segal Larry Vanover David Rackley
Game ended at 11:04 PM.
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2024.05.19 00:15 BaseballBot Game Thread 5/18 ⚾ Angels (17-28) @ Rangers (23-23) 7:15 PM ET

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First Pitch: 7:15 PM at Globe Life Field
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 R H E LOB
LAA 0 0 0 1 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 2 5 0 11
TEX 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 3 6 1 12

Box Score

TEX AB R H RBI BB SO BA
2B Semien 4 1 0 0 2 1 .270
SS Seager 4 0 2 0 2 0 .244
1B Lowe, N 4 0 0 2 0 3 .274
RF García, Ad 5 1 1 1 0 2 .251
C Heim 5 0 0 0 0 0 .267
LF Grossman 1 0 0 0 1 0 .198
LF Carter 2 0 0 0 1 1 .211
3B Smith 5 0 1 0 0 1 .277
C Knizner 3 0 0 0 0 0 .122
CF Jankowski 2 1 1 0 0 0 .254
CF Taveras 3 0 0 0 1 0 .243
P Robertson 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
P Rodríguez, Y 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
PH Duran, E 1 0 1 0 0 0 .286
TEX IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Ureña 6.0 4 1 1 1 3 101-61 3.29
Leclerc 1.0 1 1 1 1 1 25-13 6.75
Hernández, J 1.0 0 0 0 0 2 15-11 2.89
Yates 1.0 0 0 0 1 2 16-11 0.98
Robertson 2.0 0 0 0 0 3 25-15 2.28
Rodríguez, Y 2.0 0 0 0 1 1 24-12 6.32
LAA AB R H RBI BB SO BA
1B Schanuel 5 0 0 0 1 0 .226
3B Rengifo 6 0 0 0 0 2 .307
LF Ward 6 1 2 1 0 2 .275
DH Calhoun, W 5 0 0 0 0 0 .333
C O'Hoppe 4 0 0 0 1 2 .259
CF Moniak 5 0 1 0 0 2 .186
RF Adell 3 1 1 1 2 1 .250
2B Guillorme 5 0 0 0 0 0 .209
SS Neto 5 0 1 0 0 3 .253
LAA IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Sandoval 6.0 3 1 1 3 5 99-56 4.59
Cimber 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 19-12 3.79
García, L 1.0 1 1 1 1 0 17-13 5.40
Strickland 1.0 0 0 0 0 0 14-9 2.37
Estévez 2.0 1 0 0 1 2 24-14 4.91
Fulmer, C 1.1 1 1 1 2 0 25-15 2.66

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
T4 Taylor Ward homers (10) on a fly ball to left field. 0-1
B6 Adolis García homers (11) on a fly ball to left field. 1-1
T7 Jo Adell homers (8) on a fly ball to right center field. 1-2
B8 Nathaniel Lowe out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Mickey Moniak. Marcus Semien scores. Corey Seager to 2nd. 2-2
B13 Angels challenged (hit by pitch), call on the field was upheld: Nathaniel Lowe hit by pitch. Travis Jankowski scores. Ezequiel Duran to 3rd. Corey Seager to 2nd. 3-2

Highlights

Description Length
Patrick Sandoval against the Rangers 0:09
Bullpen availability for Texas, May 18 vs Angels 0:07
Bullpen availability for Los Angeles, May 18 vs Rangers 0:07
Bench availability for Texas, May 18 vs Angels 0:07
Fielding alignment for Texas, May 18 vs Angels 0:11
Bench availability for Los Angeles, May 18 vs Rangers 0:07
Fielding alignment for Los Angeles, May 18 vs Rangers 0:11
Starting lineups for Angels at Rangers - May 18, 2024 0:09
A deep dive into Taylor Ward's home run 0:11
Taylor Ward: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:13
Adolis García: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:13
Breaking down José Ureña's pitches 0:04
Breaking down Jo Adell's home run 0:11
Analyzing Jo Adell's home run through bat tracking 0:11
Breaking down Patrick Sandoval's pitches 0:04
Patrick Sandoval's outing against the Rangers 0:25
Taylor Ward's solo home run (10) 0:23
Nolan Schanuel's basket catch 0:16
Adolis García's solo home run (11) 0:38
Jo Adell's go-ahead home run (8) 0:29
Nathaniel Lowe ties it with a sacrifice fly 0:25
Jo Adell throws out Josh Smith at home 0:36

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Rodríguez, Y (1-0, 6.32 ERA) Fulmer, C (0-2, 2.66 ERA)
Attendance Weather Wind
74°F, Roof Closed 0 mph, None
HP 1B 2B 3B
Junior Valentine Jeremy Riggs Ramon De Jesus Adrian Johnson
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2024.05.19 00:10 BaseballBot Game Thread 5/18 ⚾ Brewers (26-18) @ Astros (20-25) 7:10 PM ET

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Brewers (26-18) @ Astros (20-25)

First Pitch: 7:10 PM at Minute Maid Park
Team Starter TV Radio
Brewers Bryse Wilson (2-1, 2.65 ERA) BSWI WTMJ
Astros Justin Verlander (2-1, 3.38 ERA) SCHN KBME, TUDN/KLAT (ES)
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
MIL 0 0 0 0 4 0 0 0 0 4 6 0 4
HOU 0 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 2 8 0 7

Box Score

HOU AB R H RBI BB SO BA
2B Altuve 4 0 1 0 0 2 .310
RF Tucker 2 0 0 0 2 1 .284
DH Alvarez, Y 4 0 1 0 0 1 .253
3B Bregman 4 0 0 0 0 0 .223
SS Peña 4 0 1 0 0 0 .324
1B Singleton 4 0 1 0 0 2 .222
C Diaz, Y 4 0 0 0 0 1 .259
CF Meyers 4 2 3 1 0 1 .286
LF Dubón 3 0 1 1 0 0 .283
PH Caratini 1 0 0 0 0 1 .271
HOU IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Verlander 4.2 4 4 4 2 3 98-63 3.97
Martinez, S 2.1 2 0 0 1 0 33-20 2.39
Mushinski 2.0 0 0 0 0 0 23-13 7.50
MIL AB R H RBI BB SO BA
2B Turang 4 0 1 0 0 1 .304
C Contreras, Wm 4 1 1 3 0 1 .350
DH Yelich 3 0 0 0 1 0 .324
SS Adames 4 0 0 0 0 0 .244
1B Bauers 4 0 0 0 0 1 .231
3B Ortiz, J 4 1 1 0 0 0 .294
RF Frelick 3 1 0 0 1 0 .247
LF Chourio 3 1 2 0 1 0 .226
CF Perkins, B 2 0 1 1 0 0 .214
MIL IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Wilson, B 4.2 5 2 2 1 3 58-39 2.79
Milner 1.1 1 0 0 0 1 13-10 1.66
Peguero, E 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 10-9 3.15
Hudson, B 1.0 1 0 0 1 1 21-13 0.71
Megill 1.0 1 0 0 0 3 16-12 1.54

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
B3 Mauricio Dubón singles on a line drive to center fielder Blake Perkins. Jake Meyers scores. 1-0
T5 Blake Perkins out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Mauricio Dubón. Joey Ortiz scores. 1-1
T5 William Contreras homers (7) on a fly ball to center field. Sal Frelick scores. Jackson Chourio scores. 1-4
B5 Jake Meyers homers (5) on a line drive to left field. 2-4

Highlights

Description Length
Justin Verlander against the Brewers 0:07
Bryse Wilson against the Astros 0:09
Bullpen availability for Houston, May 18 vs Brewers 0:07
Bullpen availability for Milwaukee, May 18 vs Astros 0:07
Bench availability for Houston, May 18 vs Brewers 0:07
Fielding alignment for Houston, May 18 vs Brewers 0:11
Bench availability for Milwaukee, May 18 vs Astros 0:07
Fielding alignment for Milwaukee, May 18 vs Astros 0:11
Starting lineups for Brewers at Astros - May 18, 2024 0:09
Breaking down Justin Verlander's pitches 0:04
William Contreras: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:11
A deep dive into William Contreras' home run 0:11
Breaking down Bryse Wilson's pitches 0:04
Breaking down Jake Meyers' home run 0:12
Justin Verlander fans Brice Turang to start the game 0:06
Bryse Wilson strikes outs Jose Altuve 0:06
Brewers execute relay and nab Jon Singleton 0:19
Mauricio Dubón's RBI single gives the Astros a lead 0:17
Jose Altuve's nifty spinning play 0:09
Blake Perkins' sacrifice fly 0:20
William Contreras' three-run homer (7) 0:29
Justin Verlander's historic strikeout 0:11
Jake Meyers' solo homer (5) 0:27
William Contreras grounds out, third baseman Alex Bregman to first baseman Jon Singleton. 0:09
Yordan Alvarez's single 0:14
Victor Caratini called out on strikes. 0:07

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Milner (2-0, 1.66 ERA) Verlander (2-2, 3.97 ERA) Megill (6 SV, 1.54 ERA)
Attendance Weather Wind
73°F, Roof Closed 0 mph, None
HP 1B 2B 3B
Dan Iassogna Ben May CB Bucknor Adam Beck
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2024.05.19 00:10 TigersBot Game Thread: Tigers @ D-backs - Sat, May 18 @ 08:10 PM EDT

Tigers @ D-backs - Sat, May 18

Game Status: Final - Score: 8-3 Tigers

Links & Info

Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Greene, R - LF 6 1 2 0 0 1 6 .248 .356 .473
2 Canha - DH 4 1 1 0 1 1 1 .247 .368 .425
3 Pérez, W - RF 4 1 2 4 0 0 1 .300 .373 .533
4 Carpenter, K - RF 3 0 0 0 0 2 1 .270 .321 .508
a-Vierling - CF 1 0 0 0 1 0 2 .262 .287 .408
5 Urshela - 3B 5 1 3 1 0 0 0 .290 .300 .348
6 Keith, C - 2B 4 0 0 0 1 2 4 .190 .254 .214
7 Torkelson - 1B 5 1 1 0 0 3 3 .226 .292 .345
8 Báez, J - SS 5 2 4 1 0 1 1 .207 .236 .289
9 Kelly, C - C 4 1 2 2 0 1 1 .232 .329 .304
Totals 41 8 15 8 3 11 20
Tigers
a-Walked for Carpenter, K in the 7th.
BATTING: 2B: Urshela 2 (4, Gallen, Gallen); Báez, J 2 (8, Gallen, Gallen); Greene, R (8, Mantiply); Kelly, C (2, Ginkel). 3B: Pérez, W 2 (4, Gallen, Mantiply). TB: Báez, J 6; Canha; Greene, R 3; Kelly, C 3; Pérez, W 6; Torkelson; Urshela 5. RBI: Báez, J (19); Kelly, C 2 (9); Pérez, W 4 (13); Urshela (7). 2-out RBI: Pérez, W 3; Kelly, C; Urshela; Báez, J. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Carpenter, K; Greene, R 3; Vierling; Keith, C; Báez, J. SF: Pérez, W. Team RISP: 6-for-18. Team LOB: 11.
FIELDING: PB: Kelly, C (1). DP: 2 (Báez, J; Keith, C-Báez, J-Torkelson).
D-backs Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Carroll - CF 4 1 1 0 0 0 3 .189 .277 .260
2 Marte, K - 2B 4 1 1 1 0 2 1 .287 .333 .525
3 Pederson - DH 3 0 1 1 0 1 1 .297 .407 .535
a-Grichuk - DH 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 .288 .319 .424
4 Walker, C - 1B 3 0 0 0 1 2 2 .255 .364 .430
5 Smith, P - RF 3 0 1 0 0 1 2 .257 .289 .429
b-Gurriel Jr. - LF 1 0 1 1 0 0 0 .230 .280 .368
6 Suárez, E - 3B 4 0 0 0 0 2 4 .211 .280 .319
7 Moreno - C 3 0 1 0 1 2 0 .239 .346 .339
8 McCarthy - RF 3 0 0 0 1 0 2 .274 .352 .379
9 Newman - SS 4 0 1 0 0 1 2 .253 .284 .418
Totals 33 3 8 3 3 11 17
D-backs
a-Singled for Pederson in the 8th. b-Singled for Smith, P in the 8th.
BATTING: 3B: Carroll (1, Flaherty); Marte, K (2, Flaherty). TB: Carroll 3; Grichuk; Gurriel Jr.; Marte, K 3; Moreno; Newman; Pederson; Smith, P. RBI: Gurriel Jr. (26); Marte, K (25); Pederson (10). 2-out RBI: Gurriel Jr. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Walker, C; Suárez, E. GIDP: Carroll. Team RISP: 2-for-11. Team LOB: 6.
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Flaherty (W, 1-3) 6.0 5 2 2 2 9 0 98-61 3.79
Lange 1.0 1 0 0 1 0 0 15-5 2.70
Chafin 0.2 2 1 0 0 1 0 11-7 3.68
Brieske 1.1 0 0 0 0 1 0 17-10 0.00
Totals 9.0 8 3 2 3 11 0
D-backs Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Gallen (L, 5-3) 6.2 7 3 3 0 10 0 98-68 3.02
Mantiply 0.0 2 3 3 1 0 0 5-4 4.67
Martinez, Ju 0.1 1 0 0 1 0 0 16-9 0.69
Ginkel 1.0 4 2 2 0 0 0 26-18 4.91
Jarvis 1.0 1 0 0 1 1 0 25-16 4.56
Totals 9.0 15 8 8 3 11 0
Game Info
IBB: Canha (by Mantiply).
HBP: Kelly, C (by Jarvis).
Pitches-strikes: Flaherty 98-61; Lange 15-5; Chafin 11-7; Brieske 17-10; Gallen 98-68; Mantiply 5-4; Martinez, Ju 16-9; Ginkel 26-18; Jarvis 25-16.
Groundouts-flyouts: Flaherty 6-0; Lange 1-0; Chafin 1-0; Brieske 0-2; Gallen 3-5; Mantiply 0-0; Martinez, Ju 1-0; Ginkel 1-1; Jarvis 1-1.
Batters faced: Flaherty 24; Lange 4; Chafin 4; Brieske 4; Gallen 27; Mantiply 3; Martinez, Ju 3; Ginkel 7; Jarvis 6.
Inherited runners-scored: Brieske 1-0; Mantiply 1-1; Martinez, Ju 1-1.
Umpires: HP: Nate Tomlinson. 1B: Chris Segal. 2B: Larry Vanover. 3B: David Rackley.
Weather: 78 degrees, Roof Closed.
Wind: 0 mph, None.
First pitch: 5:12 PM.
T: 2:51.
Att: 35,826.
Venue: Chase Field.
May 18, 2024
Inning Scoring Play Score
Bottom 6 Ketel Marte triples (2) on a fly ball to left fielder Riley Greene. Corbin Carroll scores. 1-0 AZ
Bottom 6 Joc Pederson singles on a ground ball to center fielder Wenceel Pérez. Ketel Marte scores. 2-0 AZ
Top 7 Javier Báez doubles (8) on a sharp line drive to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Gio Urshela scores. 2-1 AZ
Top 7 Carson Kelly singles on a ground ball to right fielder Pavin Smith. Javier Báez scores. 2-2
Top 7 Wenceel Pérez triples (4) on a fly ball to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Carson Kelly scores. Riley Greene scores. Mark Canha scores. 5-2 DET
Top 7 Gio Urshela singles on a ground ball to shortstop Kevin Newman. Wenceel Pérez scores. Matt Vierling to 2nd. 6-2 DET
Top 8 Carson Kelly doubles (2) on a ground ball to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Spencer Torkelson scores. Javier Báez to 3rd. 7-2 DET
Top 8 Wenceel Pérez out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Jake McCarthy. Javier Báez scores. Carson Kelly to 3rd. 8-2 DET
Bottom 8 Lourdes Gurriel Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Wenceel Pérez. Randal Grichuk scores. 8-3 DET
Team Highlight
AZ Ketel Marte's RBI triple (00:00:28)
DET Javier Báez's RBI double (00:00:25)
DET Carson Kelly's game-tying single (00:00:14)
DET Wenceel Pérez's go-ahead triple (00:00:29)
DET Gio Urshela's RBI single (00:00:15)
DET Carson Kelly's RBI double (00:00:15)
DET Wenceel Pérez's sac fly (00:00:21)
AZ Zac Gallen strikes out 10 across 6 2/3 innings (00:01:52)
AZ Lourdes Gurriel Jr.'s RBI single (00:00:15)
DET Beau Brieske secures the Tigers' win (00:00:12)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Tigers 0 0 0 0 0 0 6 2 0 8 15 0 11
D-backs 0 0 0 0 0 2 0 1 0 3 8 0 6

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

CWS 1 @ NYY 6 - Final
MIN 4 @ CLE 11 - Final
OAK 3 @ KC 5 - Final
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2024.05.18 23:22 Photographer10101 What can I do with this patio space??

What can I do with this patio space??
I really want to make this space more livable. We considered covering it with a screened deck and putting a roof on it, but it's more cost effective to just do a pergola/roof... the problem is that it's so long I don't think a roof or covering is possible without looking very odd.
Patio is 18x12 feet (lxw)
https://preview.redd.it/8yrtau5b591d1.jpg?width=4032&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=201172af1d2552e5e03aa38cbdc7cc1d1bc79190
Any suggestions on how to make this space more cozy/liveable??
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2024.05.18 21:10 BaseballBot Game Thread 5/18 ⚾ Mets (20-24) @ Marlins (14-32) 4:10 PM ET

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Mets (20-24) @ Marlins (14-32)

First Pitch: 4:10 PM at loanDepot park
Team Starter TV Radio
Mets Luis Severino (2-2, 3.00 ERA) WPIX WCBS 880, WINS 92.3 (ES)
Marlins Braxton Garrett (0-0, 8.44 ERA) BSFL FOX940AM, WAQI (ES)
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Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 R H E LOB
NYM 2 0 0 1 4 0 0 0 2 0 9 15 0 11
MIA 0 1 1 0 0 0 3 0 4 1 10 13 1 6

Box Score

MIA AB R H RBI BB SO BA
CF Chisholm Jr. 5 3 3 3 0 0 .260
DH De La Cruz, B 5 1 2 0 0 1 .261
1B Bell 5 1 3 4 0 0 .229
RF Sánchez, J 4 1 0 0 1 2 .224
3B Burger 5 0 0 0 0 1 .178
C Bethancourt 0 1 0 0 0 0 .132
LF Gordon 4 1 2 1 1 0 .235
2B Lopez, O 5 1 2 2 0 1 .283
SS Bruján 3 1 1 0 1 0 .267
C Fortes 3 0 0 0 0 1 .153
3B Rivera, E 1 0 0 0 0 0 .200
MIA IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Garrett, B 4.1 7 6 6 1 5 90-62 10.24
Cronin 1.2 4 1 1 0 0 22-17 1.64
Maldonado, A 2.0 1 0 0 0 0 25-17 3.75
Faucher 0.2 3 2 2 1 1 29-19 3.31
Nardi 0.1 0 0 0 0 0 11-9 6.11
Scott, Tan 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 13-7 1.89
NYM AB R H RBI BB SO BA
SS Lindor 5 1 0 1 0 1 .190
1B Alonso 6 0 2 0 0 1 .230
LF Nimmo 4 3 1 0 0 0 .216
P Díaz 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
P Diekman 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
PH Stewart, D 1 0 0 0 0 1 .203
P López, Jo 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000
DH Martinez, J 5 0 2 2 0 1 .315
LF Taylor, T 1 1 0 0 0 0 .253
3B Vientos 4 1 2 1 1 1 .333
RF Marte, S 4 1 3 1 0 0 .266
CF Bader 5 1 1 2 0 2 .273
2B McNeil 4 1 2 2 1 0 .239
C Nido 5 0 2 0 0 0 .232
NYM IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Severino, L 6.2 6 5 5 3 3 95-60 3.48
Garrett, R 0.1 2 0 0 0 0 7-5 0.78
Ottavino 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 6-6 2.95
Díaz 0.1 4 4 4 0 0 15-10 5.50
Diekman 0.2 0 0 0 0 2 12-8 3.07
López, Jo 0.1 1 1 0 0 0 5-4 2.49

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
T1 J.D. Martinez singles on a sharp line drive to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Francisco Lindor scores. Brandon Nimmo to 3rd. 0-1
T1 Mark Vientos singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Brandon Nimmo scores. J.D. Martinez to 2nd. 0-2
B2 Nick Gordon doubles (4) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Harrison Bader. Jesús Sánchez scores. 1-2
B3 Jazz Chisholm Jr. homers (6) on a fly ball to center field. 2-2
T4 Francisco Lindor grounds out, third baseman Jake Burger to first baseman Josh Bell. Jeff McNeil scores. Tomás Nido to 2nd. 2-3
T5 Harrison Bader singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Brandon Nimmo scores. Mark Vientos scores. Starling Marte to 3rd. 2-5
T5 Jeff McNeil singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Starling Marte scores. Harrison Bader scores. 2-7
B7 Otto Lopez doubles (3) on a ground ball to left fielder Brandon Nimmo. Nick Gordon scores. 3-7
B7 Jazz Chisholm Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Starling Marte. Otto Lopez scores. 4-7
B7 Josh Bell singles on a line drive to right fielder Starling Marte. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Bryan De La Cruz to 3rd. 5-7
T9 J.D. Martinez doubles (5) on a sharp line drive to left fielder Nick Gordon. Brandon Nimmo scores. 5-8
T9 Starling Marte doubles (7) on a line drive to right fielder Jesús Sánchez. Tyrone Taylor scores. 5-9
B9 Jazz Chisholm Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Starling Marte. Vidal Bruján scores. 6-9
B9 Josh Bell homers (6) on a fly ball to center field. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Bryan De La Cruz scores. 9-9
B10 Otto Lopez singles on a ground ball to center fielder Harrison Bader. Christian Bethancourt scores. 10-9

Highlights

Description Length
Braxton Garrett against the Mets 0:11
Bullpen availability for New York, May 18 vs Marlins 0:07
Bullpen availability for Miami, May 18 vs Mets 0:07
Bench availability for Miami, May 18 vs Mets 0:07
Fielding alignment for Miami, May 18 vs Mets 0:11
Bench availability for New York, May 18 vs Marlins 0:07
Fielding alignment for New York, May 18 vs Marlins 0:11
Starting lineups for Mets at Marlins - May 18, 2024 0:09
Jazz Chisholm Jr.: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:13
Visualizing Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s swing using bat tracking technology 0:11
Breaking down Braxton Garrett's pitches 0:04
Breaking down Luis Severino's pitches 0:04
Luis Severino's outing against the Marlins 0:26
Josh Bell: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:13
Visualizing Josh Bell's swing using bat tracking technology 0:11
J.D. Martinez's RBI single 0:17
Mark Vientos' RBI single 0:12
Nick Gordon's RBI double 0:23
Braxton Garrett In play, out(s) to Starling Marte 0:10
Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s solo homer (6) 0:23
Francisco Lindor's RBI groundout 0:13
Harrison Bader's RBI single 0:20
Jeff McNeil hits a two-run single 0:16
Braxton Garrett K's five 0:27
Otto Lopez's RBI double 0:20
Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s RBI single 0:12
Josh Bell's RBI single 0:16
J.D. Martinez's RBI double 0:19
Starling Marte's RBI double 0:18
Mark Vientos gets the out at first after review 0:20
Brandon Nimmo's double in the 9th 0:16
Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s second RBI single 0:22
Josh Bell's game-tying three-run homer (6) 0:28
Jorge López In play, run(s) to Otto Lopez 0:15

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Scott, Tan (3-4, 1.89 ERA) López, Jo (1-1, 2.49 ERA)
Attendance Weather Wind
72°F, Roof Closed 0 mph, None
HP 1B 2B 3B
Mike Muchlinski Jansen Visconti Paul Clemons Andy Fletcher
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2024.05.18 21:10 NewYorkMetsBot2 GAME THREAD: Mets @ Marlins - Sat, May 18 @ 04:10 PM EDT

Mets @ Marlins - Sat, May 18

Game Status: Final - Score: 10-9 Marlins

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Mets Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Lindor - SS 5 1 0 1 0 1 6 .190 .265 .352
2 Alonso - 1B 6 0 2 0 0 1 2 .230 .308 .454
3 Nimmo - LF 4 3 1 0 0 0 3 .216 .362 .399
Díaz - P 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
Diekman - P 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
a-Stewart, D - PH 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 .203 .375 .405
López, Jo - P 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
4 Martinez, J - DH 5 0 2 2 0 1 1 .315 .359 .466
1-Taylor, T - LF 1 1 0 0 0 0 1 .253 .274 .363
5 Vientos - 3B 4 1 2 1 1 1 1 .333 .391 .571
6 Marte, S - RF 4 1 3 1 0 0 1 .266 .313 .379
7 Bader - CF 5 1 1 2 0 2 5 .273 .316 .328
8 McNeil - 2B 4 1 2 2 1 0 4 .239 .318 .310
9 Nido - C 5 0 2 0 0 0 2 .232 .259 .304
Totals 44 9 15 9 2 7 27
Mets
a-Struck out for Diekman in the 10th. 1-Ran for Martinez, J in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Vientos (2, Garrett, B); Nimmo (8, Faucher); Martinez, J (5, Faucher); Marte, S (7, Faucher). TB: Alonso 2; Bader; Marte, S 4; Martinez, J 3; McNeil 2; Nido 2; Nimmo 2; Vientos 3. RBI: Bader 2 (10); Lindor (22); Marte, S (16); Martinez, J 2 (9); McNeil 2 (10); Vientos (4). Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Nido; Alonso; Taylor, T; Marte, S; Lindor 2; McNeil 2. GIDP: Lindor; Nimmo. Team RISP: 7-for-21. Team LOB: 11.
FIELDING: DP: (Severino, L-McNeil-Alonso).
Marlins Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Chisholm Jr. - CF 5 3 3 3 0 0 0 .260 .333 .434
2 De La Cruz, B - DH 5 1 2 0 0 1 0 .261 .309 .452
3 Bell - 1B 5 1 3 4 0 0 0 .229 .315 .366
4 Sánchez, J - RF 4 1 0 0 1 2 3 .224 .279 .296
5 Burger - 3B 5 0 0 0 0 1 2 .178 .213 .297
Bethancourt - C 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 .132 .179 .170
6 Gordon - LF 4 1 2 1 1 0 1 .235 .264 .400
7 Lopez, O - 2B 5 1 2 2 0 1 2 .283 .333 .543
8 Bruján - SS 3 1 1 0 1 0 2 .267 .340 .411
9 Fortes - C 3 0 0 0 0 1 2 .153 .191 .247
a-Rivera, E - 3B 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 .200 .278 .225
Totals 40 10 13 10 3 6 13
Marlins
a-Popped out for Fortes in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Gordon (4, Severino, L); Lopez, O (3, Severino, L); Bruján (6, Díaz). HR: Chisholm Jr. (6, 3rd inning off Severino, L, 0 on, 1 out); Bell (6, 9th inning off Díaz, 2 on, 1 out). TB: Bell 6; Bruján 2; Chisholm Jr. 6; De La Cruz, B 2; Gordon 3; Lopez, O 3. RBI: Bell 4 (24); Chisholm Jr. 3 (24); Gordon (17); Lopez, O 2 (9). 2-out RBI: Bell; Chisholm Jr. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Bruján; Sánchez, J. GIDP: Fortes. Team RISP: 6-for-13. Team LOB: 6.
FIELDING: E: Bruján (7, fielding). DP: 2 (2 Lopez, O-Bruján-Bell).
Mets Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Severino, L 6.2 6 5 5 3 3 1 95-60 3.48
Garrett, R (H, 4) 0.1 2 0 0 0 0 0 7-5 0.78
Ottavino (H, 8) 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 6-6 2.95
Díaz 0.1 4 4 4 0 0 1 15-10 5.50
Diekman 0.2 0 0 0 0 2 0 12-8 3.07
López, Jo (L, 1-1) 0.1 1 1 0 0 0 0 5-4 2.49
Totals 9.1 13 10 9 3 6 2
Marlins Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Garrett, B 4.1 7 6 6 1 5 0 90-62 10.24
Cronin 1.2 4 1 1 0 0 0 22-17 1.64
Maldonado, A 2.0 1 0 0 0 0 0 25-17 3.75
Faucher 0.2 3 2 2 1 1 0 29-19 3.31
Nardi 0.1 0 0 0 0 0 0 11-9 6.11
Scott, Tan (W, 3-4) 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 13-7 1.89
Totals 10.0 15 9 9 2 7 0
Game Info
HBP: Lindor (by Garrett, B); Marte, S (by Garrett, B); Nimmo (by Garrett, B).
Pitches-strikes: Severino, L 95-60; Garrett, R 7-5; Ottavino 6-6; Díaz 15-10; Diekman 12-8; López, Jo 5-4; Garrett, B 90-62; Cronin 22-17; Maldonado, A 25-17; Faucher 29-19; Nardi 11-9; Scott, Tan 13-7.
Groundouts-flyouts: Severino, L 9-5; Garrett, R 0-1; Ottavino 1-1; Díaz 0-0; Diekman 0-0; López, Jo 0-0; Garrett, B 4-2; Cronin 3-0; Maldonado, A 1-2; Faucher 1-0; Nardi 2-0; Scott, Tan 2-0.
Batters faced: Severino, L 28; Garrett, R 3; Ottavino 3; Díaz 5; Diekman 2; López, Jo 2; Garrett, B 24; Cronin 7; Maldonado, A 7; Faucher 6; Nardi 2; Scott, Tan 3.
Inherited runners-scored: Garrett, R 1-1; Cronin 3-3; Nardi 2-0; Scott, Tan 1-0.
Umpires: HP: Mike Muchlinski. 1B: Jansen Visconti. 2B: Paul Clemons. 3B: Andy Fletcher.
Weather: 72 degrees, Roof Closed.
Wind: 0 mph, None.
First pitch: 4:10 PM.
T: 3:09.
Att: 15,304.
Venue: loanDepot park.
May 18, 2024
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 1 J.D. Martinez singles on a sharp line drive to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Francisco Lindor scores. Brandon Nimmo to 3rd. 1-0 NYM
Top 1 Mark Vientos singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Brandon Nimmo scores. J.D. Martinez to 2nd. 2-0 NYM
Bottom 2 Nick Gordon doubles (4) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Harrison Bader. Jesús Sánchez scores. 2-1 NYM
Bottom 3 Jazz Chisholm Jr. homers (6) on a fly ball to center field. 2-2
Top 4 Francisco Lindor grounds out, third baseman Jake Burger to first baseman Josh Bell. Jeff McNeil scores. Tomás Nido to 2nd. 3-2 NYM
Top 5 Harrison Bader singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Brandon Nimmo scores. Mark Vientos scores. Starling Marte to 3rd. 5-2 NYM
Top 5 Jeff McNeil singles on a ground ball to center fielder Jazz Chisholm Jr. Starling Marte scores. Harrison Bader scores. 7-2 NYM
Bottom 7 Otto Lopez doubles (3) on a ground ball to left fielder Brandon Nimmo. Nick Gordon scores. 7-3 NYM
Bottom 7 Jazz Chisholm Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Starling Marte. Otto Lopez scores. 7-4 NYM
Bottom 7 Josh Bell singles on a line drive to right fielder Starling Marte. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Bryan De La Cruz to 3rd. 7-5 NYM
Top 9 J.D. Martinez doubles (5) on a sharp line drive to left fielder Nick Gordon. Brandon Nimmo scores. 8-5 NYM
Top 9 Starling Marte doubles (7) on a line drive to right fielder Jesús Sánchez. Tyrone Taylor scores. 9-5 NYM
Bottom 9 Jazz Chisholm Jr. singles on a ground ball to right fielder Starling Marte. Vidal Bruján scores. 9-6 NYM
Bottom 9 Josh Bell homers (6) on a fly ball to center field. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Bryan De La Cruz scores. 9-9
Bottom 10 Otto Lopez singles on a ground ball to center fielder Harrison Bader. Christian Bethancourt scores. 10-9 MIA
Team Highlight
MIA Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s solo homer (6) (00:00:23)
NYM Harrison Bader's two-run single (00:00:20)
NYM Jeff McNeil hits a two-run single (00:00:16)
MIA Josh Bell's RBI single (00:00:16)
NYM J.D. Martinez's RBI double (00:00:19)
NYM Starling Marte's RBI double (00:00:18)
MIA Josh Bell's game-tying three-run homer (6) (00:00:22)
MIA Otto Lopez's walk-off single in the 10th (00:00:28)
NYM Mets vs. Marlins Highlights (00:03:13)
NYM Condensed Game: NYM@MIA - 5/18/24 (00:11:43)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 R H E LOB
Mets 2 0 0 1 4 0 0 0 2 0 9 15 0 11
Marlins 0 1 1 0 0 0 3 0 4 1 10 13 1 6

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

WSH 3 @ PHI 4 - Game Over
SD 0 @ ATL 0 - Postponed
Last Updated: 05/18/2024 09:24:45 PM EDT
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2024.05.18 19:24 Inner-Ad6551 Anxiety lvl100000 while walking my puppy (bc of people on the street)

new puppy owner here, second time dog owner
I got a 3mo miniature poodle, smallest size from the minis, I had him for 7 days now, and I'm freaking the hell out. I knew I wanted a dog in my life, I knew getting up early taking him out for do his business will be tiresome, so I feel my puppy blues has a different chord than others'. I'm biopolar, taking medication for severe anxiety, depression. And every time I go on a walk, 9 of 10 people makes those kiss sounds, starts speaking to my dog, crouches down want to pet him, literally taps my shoulder, tells me a boring af story, and I'm there sweating like a pig, while my anxiety level is through the roof. I have my headphones on, but I'm too afraid to listen to music, because it happened the other day that an old lady ran up to us from behind with her dog, and both my dog and I got scared shitless.
While working on pottytraining him, I kid you now, at least 2-3 people stand around us looking at me in my slippers waiting my dog to poop, and they're making high pitch noises, asking questions, taking pictures.
Just 1 hours earlier today, I had to get something from the grocery ofc I had to answer a trillion questions from the cashiers while on my phone, the first thing I stepped out the shop 2 russian lady started walking up to me (again at this point I was telling my mom on the phone that I'm panicking, and spiralling out right now). So they got closer, I started to wave my hand, saying Nononono, and they stopped and leaned in looking at the dog, and called 2 other older ladies, and now there were 4 people 1m distance from me, looking and reaching to my dog in my hand. I literally told them , nononono I'm outtahere , I'm freaking out, and broke the chain of ladies and left them. On the 50m left to home, 4 girls shrieking, pointing, giggling , laughing, asking something etc.
Yesterday I got stopped again, and I usually try to avoid eyecontact showing I'm not up for a great talk, and the nana literally jumped in front of me. She jumped. In the afternoon again, I couldn't get out of the gazzilionth story time, and suddenly the storyteller's old friend grabbed my dog and lifted him. ... In the morning an old man started following me while I walked my dog and told me another great story.
I'm starting to feel like I was antisocial. But I'm not, I generally like people, I'm easy to talk to, approachable, and fine with these happening once a day. But it happens at least 10-15 times a day now, and it's not me exaggerating.
Now I feel like shit, I'm 33yo man, and I cried because I was about to have a panickattack on the street. And yes, this dog is amazing, and cute as hell, but quite literally the people, the constant attention from them makes me want to vanish. Today I even had to pretent I was in a call (started talking to myself) because another old lady started talking to me, and following me. I tried that trick, than the "don't touch him, he's got fleas" (they replied, they'd wash their hands...), usually I say he doesn't have all the vaccination yet. BUT man, the fact I have to tell that 100 times a day blows my mind.
Honestly I'm really hoping that I wouldn't get those shaming comments I got from people with dogs in person: "you should've known this would happen. why did you need a poodle?"
Anyone else having this kind of experience?
Edit: YES, I do know it’s an owner problem. Read the whole thing pls
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2024.05.18 18:44 Minimum_Mango_3375 What is this Material?

What is this Material?
I just bought a house, and the ceiling (behind those acoustic tiles) is made of this thick fibrous material. I was told this was part of the old roofing material. (i.e. they added a new roof with a higher pitch and left the old roof/ceiling). I don't want to remove it, but I am wondering if I can sheetrock to it. Note: I did test it for Asbestos. None! Whew.
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2024.05.18 16:49 6gc_4dad Please help: primer/clear coat/seal(?) Mdf outdoor decorations

Please help: primeclear coat/seal(?) Mdf outdoor decorations
Hey all, we have a bunch of Mdf surfboards similar to the one pictured that I’m looking to extend the life of by adding a clear coat/sealer but I’m out of my element here. They are all hand painted w/various designs.
These are hung and displayed on the underside of a pitched roof gazebo, outside 24/7 exposed to temp/humidity/seasonal changes. They occasionally get wet in a misty rain w/ gusty winds.
Every video I’ve seen starts with a plain Mdf board but nothing that is hand painted already, so I’m not sure what product(s) to use here as I don’t want to ruin them on my first brush stroke.
Any help would be greatly appreciated, tyia.
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2024.05.18 15:00 AstrosBot Game Thread: Brewers (26-18) @ Astros (20-25) - May 18, 2024 6:10 PM


Astros (20-25) Brewers (26-18)
First Pitch: 6:10 PM at Minute Maid Park
Team Starter TV Radio
Brewers Bryse Wilson (2-1, 2.65 ERA) BSWI WTMJ
Astros Justin Verlander (2-1, 3.38 ERA) SCHN KBME, TUDN/KLAT (ES)
MLB Fangraphs Reddit Stream Discord
Gameday Game Graph Live Comments /baseball Discord

Line Score - Game Over

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
MIL 0 0 0 0 4 0 0 0 0 4 6 0 4
HOU 0 0 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 2 8 0 7

Box Score

HOU AB R H RBI BB SO BA
2B Altuve 4 0 1 0 0 2 .310
RF Tucker 2 0 0 0 2 1 .284
DH Alvarez, Y 4 0 1 0 0 1 .253
3B Bregman 4 0 0 0 0 0 .223
SS Peña 4 0 1 0 0 0 .324
1B Singleton 4 0 1 0 0 2 .222
C Diaz, Y 4 0 0 0 0 1 .259
CF Meyers 4 2 3 1 0 1 .286
LF Dubón 3 0 1 1 0 0 .283
PH Caratini 1 0 0 0 0 1 .271
HOU IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Verlander 4.2 4 4 4 2 3 98-63 3.97
Martinez, S 2.1 2 0 0 1 0 33-20 2.39
Mushinski 2.0 0 0 0 0 0 23-13 7.50
MIL AB R H RBI BB SO BA
2B Turang 4 0 1 0 0 1 .304
C Contreras, Wm 4 1 1 3 0 1 .350
DH Yelich 3 0 0 0 1 0 .324
SS Adames 4 0 0 0 0 0 .244
1B Bauers 4 0 0 0 0 1 .231
3B Ortiz, J 4 1 1 0 0 0 .294
RF Frelick 3 1 0 0 1 0 .247
LF Chourio 3 1 2 0 1 0 .226
CF Perkins, B 2 0 1 1 0 0 .214
MIL IP H R ER BB SO P-S ERA
Wilson, B 4.2 5 2 2 1 3 58-39 2.79
Milner 1.1 1 0 0 0 1 13-10 1.66
Peguero, E 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 10-9 3.15
Hudson, B 1.0 1 0 0 1 1 21-13 0.71
Megill 1.0 1 0 0 0 3 16-12 1.54

Scoring Plays

Inning Event Score
B3 Mauricio Dubón singles on a line drive to center fielder Blake Perkins. Jake Meyers scores. 1-0
T5 Blake Perkins out on a sacrifice fly to left fielder Mauricio Dubón. Joey Ortiz scores. 1-1
T5 William Contreras homers (7) on a fly ball to center field. Sal Frelick scores. Jackson Chourio scores. 1-4
B5 Jake Meyers homers (5) on a line drive to left field. 2-4

Highlights

Description Length
Justin Verlander against the Brewers 0:07
Bryse Wilson against the Astros 0:09
Bullpen availability for Houston, May 18 vs Brewers 0:07
Bullpen availability for Milwaukee, May 18 vs Astros 0:07
Bench availability for Houston, May 18 vs Brewers 0:07
Fielding alignment for Houston, May 18 vs Brewers 0:11
Bench availability for Milwaukee, May 18 vs Astros 0:07
Fielding alignment for Milwaukee, May 18 vs Astros 0:11
Starting lineups for Brewers at Astros - May 18, 2024 0:09
Breaking down Justin Verlander's pitches 0:04
William Contreras: Home Run Statcast Analysis 0:11
A deep dive into William Contreras' home run 0:11
Breaking down Bryse Wilson's pitches 0:04
Breaking down Jake Meyers' home run 0:12
Justin Verlander fans Brice Turang to start the game 0:06
Bryse Wilson strikes outs Jose Altuve 0:06
Brewers execute relay and nab Jon Singleton 0:19
Mauricio Dubón's RBI single gives the Astros a lead 0:17
Jose Altuve's nifty spinning play 0:09
Blake Perkins' sacrifice fly 0:20
William Contreras' three-run homer (7) 0:29
Justin Verlander's historic strikeout 0:11
Jake Meyers' solo homer (5) 0:27
William Contreras grounds out, third baseman Alex Bregman to first baseman Jon Singleton. 0:09
Yordan Alvarez's single 0:14

Decisions

Winning Pitcher Losing Pitcher Save
Milner (2-0, 1.66 ERA) Verlander (2-2, 3.97 ERA) Megill (6 SV, 1.54 ERA)
Attendance Weather Wind
73°F, Roof Closed 0 mph, None
HP 1B 2B 3B
Dan Iassogna Ben May CB Bucknor Adam Beck
Game ended at 8:43 PM.
Remember to sort by new to keep up!
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2024.05.18 10:38 ShaneTitley Seating area ideas / Help

Seating area ideas / Help
Area at the top of the garden. Bit of a mess at the moment. Not much of a budget. Just wondering if this would be a full landscaping job or I could maybe just level and turf over all this… large beech trees hang over which would make the need for possibly a pergola with a roof to stop bird droppings over head.. any ideas super welcome. Thanks a lot
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2024.05.18 09:22 ThinVeganZombie What did I do wrong?

What did I do wrong?
Hi team,
I have a leak in my son’s room from the pitched roof.
I’m fairly capable myself so got some scaffold put up to check it out. Was fairly obvious (I thought) that the rotten felt was the cause, once I removed some tiles I could see the sill plate was rotten as well.
So I cut back the damaged felt, replaced it with a new sheet, as well as replaced the sill plate, fascia, guttering, and add some lead sealant.
All was well for two weeks and some rain so I had the scaffold taken down.
But I’ve have had some rough luck with this roof as the leak is back 😢 and I’ve no scaffold to use!
Any thoughts as to why it’s back?
TIA.
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2024.05.18 06:58 F15_and_Nukes Commerical roof: repair or replace

Commerical roof: repair or replace
Inspection just came back on a commercial property I am buying. The roof is estimated to have been changed in 2017.
Inspector is saying the pitch is too shallow and the shingles are pooling rain/water.
He also found shingles that meet against wooden siding as well as an old unused chimney that needs to be fixed.
Looking for thoughts on what the best solution would be. Currently there are no leaks we are aware of. Local roofers are saying 3 weeks to look at a commercial property.
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2024.05.18 06:22 Inessence4 Critique my Design?

Critique my Design?
Critique my design?
Backyard shed going in Salem, Oregon. To be built on gravel with brick skirting. It will initially be used as a home office and general storage. Planning on having insulation, drywall, an electric mini-split, and gutters added shortly thereafter. (Possibly by same contractor putting up the shed, but may get other bids as well.) Any “constructive” criticisms? Asking now before crying later haha. Total cost estimate is $11365 for the shed alone. Thank you 🙏
*Had to delete to edit because of pics. I wanted a solid house door and the options are tall (this one) and short. The windows options are 2x3 (shown here) and 3x3. The latter looked uglier to me so I went smaller and added shutters.
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2024.05.18 05:58 TigersBot The Tigers defeated the D-backs by a score of 13-0 - Fri, May 17 @ 09:40 PM EDT

Tigers @ D-backs - Fri, May 17

Game Status: Final - Score: 13-0 Tigers

Links & Info

Tigers Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Greene, R - LF 4 1 2 1 0 0 2 .245 .356 .472
a-McKinstry - SS 2 0 0 0 0 1 1 .206 .301 .254
2 Canha - DH 5 2 2 0 0 1 3 .246 .367 .430
b-Urshela - DH 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 .266 .277 .297
3 Pérez, W - CF 3 2 1 1 2 1 1 .291 .371 .488
4 Carpenter, K - RF 5 1 2 4 0 1 2 .276 .328 .520
5 Vierling - LF 5 1 1 0 0 1 2 .264 .284 .411
6 Keith, C - 2B 5 3 4 2 0 0 0 .197 .256 .221
7 Torkelson - 1B 4 2 2 0 0 0 1 .227 .294 .350
8 Báez, J - SS 4 1 3 5 0 1 1 .185 .216 .254
Ibáñez - 3B 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 .298 .311 .439
9 Rogers - C 5 0 0 0 0 4 4 .189 .255 .289
Totals 44 13 17 13 2 11 17
Tigers
a-Grounded out for Greene, R in the 6th. b-Grounded out for Canha in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Pérez, W (4, Nelson, R); Báez, J 2 (6, Bowman, Bowman); Carpenter, K (9, Bowman); Torkelson (14, Bowman). 3B: Carpenter, K (3, Nelson, R); Vierling (3, Nelson, R). TB: Báez, J 5; Canha 2; Carpenter, K 5; Greene, R 2; Keith, C 4; Pérez, W 2; Torkelson 3; Vierling 3. RBI: Báez, J 5 (18); Carpenter, K 4 (22); Greene, R (20); Keith, C 2 (12); Pérez, W (9). 2-out RBI: Pérez, W; Carpenter, K 2. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Greene, R; Carpenter, K; Vierling; Canha. Team RISP: 8-for-17. Team LOB: 7.
FIELDING: E: McKinstry (4, fielding).
D-backs Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Marte, K - 2B 4 0 1 0 0 1 0 .288 .335 .520
1-Alexander - PR 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .253 .337 .414
2 Carroll - CF 4 0 0 0 0 2 1 .188 .278 .248
3 Gurriel Jr. - LF 4 0 0 0 0 2 1 .225 .276 .364
4 Walker, C - 1B 3 0 0 0 0 0 0 .259 .366 .438
Smith, P - 1B 1 0 0 0 0 0 1 .250 .286 .438
5 Grichuk - DH 3 0 1 0 0 0 0 .277 .310 .415
6 Suárez, E - 3B 3 0 0 0 0 2 2 .216 .286 .327
7 McCarthy - RF 3 0 1 0 0 0 1 .283 .356 .391
8 Moreno - C 3 0 0 0 0 1 2 .236 .341 .340
9 Newman - SS 3 0 0 0 0 1 2 .253 .286 .425
Totals 31 0 3 0 0 9 10
D-backs
1-Ran for Marte, K in the 9th.
BATTING: 2B: Grichuk (6, Skubal). TB: Grichuk 2; Marte, K; McCarthy. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Smith, P; McCarthy; Newman 2. Team RISP: 0-for-7. Team LOB: 4.
Tigers Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Skubal (W, 6-0) 6.0 1 0 0 0 6 0 74-53 1.80
Vest 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 8-8 3.79
Wentz 2.0 2 0 0 0 2 0 22-19 1.08
Totals 9.0 3 0 0 0 9 0
D-backs Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Nelson, R (L, 2-3) 4.0 11 8 8 1 4 0 83-56 7.06
Bowman 2.0 6 5 5 1 3 0 47-30 5.40
Allen, L.S. 3.0 0 0 0 0 4 0 35-24 3.26
Totals 9.0 17 13 13 2 11 0
Game Info
HBP: Torkelson (by Nelson, R).
Pitch timer violations: Báez, J (batter timer).
Pitches-strikes: Skubal 74-53; Vest 8-8; Wentz 22-19; Nelson, R 83-56; Bowman 47-30; Allen, L.S. 35-24.
Groundouts-flyouts: Skubal 7-3; Vest 0-1; Wentz 4-1; Nelson, R 4-2; Bowman 1-2; Allen, L.S. 3-1.
Batters faced: Skubal 19; Vest 3; Wentz 9; Nelson, R 25; Bowman 13; Allen, L.S. 9.
Inherited runners-scored: Bowman 2-2.
Umpires: HP: David Rackley. 1B: Nate Tomlinson. 2B: Chris Segal. 3B: Larry Vanover.
Weather: 74 degrees, Roof Closed.
Wind: 0 mph, None.
First pitch: 6:40 PM.
T: 2:17.
Att: 25,122.
Venue: Chase Field.
May 17, 2024
Inning Scoring Play Score
Top 2 Javier Báez singles on a ground ball to right fielder Jake McCarthy. Colt Keith scores. Spencer Torkelson to 3rd. 1-0 DET
Top 3 Kerry Carpenter triples (3) on a line drive to right fielder Jake McCarthy. Mark Canha scores. Wenceel Pérez scores. 3-0 DET
Top 3 Colt Keith singles on a ground ball to right fielder Jake McCarthy. Kerry Carpenter scores. 4-0 DET
Top 4 Wenceel Pérez doubles (4) on a line drive to right fielder Jake McCarthy. Mark Canha scores. Wenceel Pérez to 3rd. 5-0 DET
Top 5 Colt Keith singles on a line drive to left fielder Lourdes Gurriel Jr. Matt Vierling scores. 6-0 DET
Top 5 Javier Báez doubles (5) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Corbin Carroll. Colt Keith scores. Spencer Torkelson scores. 8-0 DET
Top 5 Riley Greene singles on a ground ball to right fielder Jake McCarthy. Javier Báez scores. 9-0 DET
Top 5 Kerry Carpenter doubles (9) on a sharp line drive to center fielder Corbin Carroll. Riley Greene scores. Wenceel Pérez scores. 11-0 DET
Top 6 Javier Báez doubles (6) on a sharp line drive to right fielder Jake McCarthy. Colt Keith scores. Spencer Torkelson scores. 13-0 DET
Team Highlight
DET Kerry Carpenter's two-run triple (00:00:29)
DET Wenceel Pérez's RBI double (00:00:20)
DET Colt Keith plates a run in the 5th inning (00:00:13)
DET Javier Báez's two-run double (00:00:27)
DET Kerry Carpenter's two-run double (00:00:30)
DET Javier Báez's second two-run double (00:00:26)
DET Tigers drive in six in the 5th ining (00:01:36)
DET Tarik Skubal's impressive outing (00:01:43)
AZ Ketel Marte extends his hitting streak to 16 (00:00:27)
DET Colt Keith's great offensive game (00:01:14)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Tigers 0 1 3 1 6 2 0 0 0 13 17 1 7
D-backs 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 3 0 4

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

CWS 2 @ NYY 4 - Final
MIN 2 @ CLE 3 - Final
OAK 2 @ KC 6 - Final
Next Tigers Game: Sat, May 18, 08:10 PM EDT @ D-backs
Last Updated: 05/18/2024 12:58:40 AM EDT
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2024.05.18 05:29 Mission_Beat2189 The Fall Least Unexpected [3316]

The Fall Least Unexpected
Camp Wapiti was the most competitive summer-camp on the western border of the Allegheny Mountains, titular for the raving children’s testimonies by the end of the season. An influx of young campers had signed up this year to roost in forests of Red Spruce and Eastern Hemlock. The camp had reportedly gone through a series of expansion, including state-of-the-art “lodging enclaves” and an Olympic-sized swimming pool; at least according to the Wapiti parent Facebook Group. Rah-rah Elks!

A slew of bus rentals carries the kids to the gates of the 150-acre property, summer reveries already taking effect on everyone - from the bus drivers to the happy campers. The counselors had done a splendid job in garbing under the theme of Swan Lake, tinges of pastel pink and candlelight establishing the camp’s timbre; all awaited returning and new faces alike.

Once they reached, a horde of children spilled out from vehicles from all directions. The season had started.

“Welcome to Camp Wapiti our future outdoorsmen and adventurers! Plenty of secrets and fun await you this year - but first some rules…” bellowed Hailey Clifton, head counselor of the ensemble and youngest chick among the staff. The other counselors rolled their eyes during Hailey’s yearly pitch about showing a high level of care towards the surrounding wilderness and carrying the Happy Camper’s Guide to Nature: Dynamite Deciduous at all times. Many of the children began fidgeting, a crowd of creepy-crawlers wiggling underneath the heat vortex and swarm of mosquitos.

Finally, a cool breeze could be felt as Hailey finished off, invigorating everybody’s spirits once again. Campers and counselors drifted off into their own respective circles, reuniting with old friends and meeting new ones, breathing life and community into the grounds. Already burnt bodies sticky from chlorine and Sun-Bum were packed like sardine and people of all ages hollered from the tree-tops.

The first afternoon and night had been a success in every sense of the word. Residents were comatose within their cabins before 10 pm, in anticipation for a day at Lake Dimii in the morning. Somebody was dreaming of the unmarred lake and its magical properties according to the Iroquois, at any given moment during the night.

Come morning, camp was bustling with movement in every corner. Louie, an independent, fire-cracker 11-year-old from Brooklyn led a large pack of his well-rested peers to the lake. The other kids couldn’t help but look up to Louie, who was often disinterested in the bull of the others, but who was also the first person someone would ask for help in messing with the counselors or sneaking into the girl’s dorm at night. The children sang Wapiti’s jingle on their trek:

We are the happy herd of elks
Roaming through the fields with stealth!
On our crow’s nest seat,
We are the Camp Wapiti fleet!

The children’s chants could be heard reverberating through the wood, like a canyon wall is to singing birds. The menagerie cannonballed into the lake from all perimeters, the counselors struggling to keep up. But the day swelled with happiness as the surroundings looked effervescent within the sunlight, everything appeared to be cast underneath a yellow, sparkly film. After head-check, Hailey could finally record the potpourri of foreign flowers in her scrapbook.

Michel Barre and his two most loyal pals, Barnett and Sal, were camped away from the others, scoffing at the troupe of wildlings swimming in the waters. Michel, son of hot-shot French socialites, had moved to the North-East just two years ago, and still couldn’t wrap his mind around the hobbies and traditions of American kids his age; especially the dreaded capture the flag. The counselors had attempted to urge the three to join the others in the water, coaxing them with extra pie during dessert, but with no luck.

Traditionally, the first few days of camp were a hedonistic blur with no planned activities or events. Counselors encouraged to introduce themselves with one another and become comfortable with their bunk-mates especially. After a blistering day in the heat at Dimii, the whole lot was absolutely worn-out and immediately returned to their quarters following a hearty meal of chicken fried steak and apple pie fritters. Another day of sunshine and splashing around in the surf awaited everybody tomorrow, with a round of softball and soft serve afterwards. Even Michel felt a knot of excitement grow in his stomach.

Yet at half-past three in the morning, just two remained awake. As the moon’s image was reflected upon the lake’s surface while the others peacefully slept, Michel had been awoken and dragged by his feet out of his bed, across floorboards punctuated with nails, and out into the night. He was dragged for what seemed like hours. Across the gravel, dirt, and bushes, his skin was battered, and his limbs mangled. He contained no mental or physical capacity to identify who on God’s Earth was forcing him through his misery.

After a while, Michel could discern a certain atmospheric change - the air had felt more serene - what could only be Lake Dimii.

SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK “NO LIFEGUARD”

“Please, I'm so sorry for whatever I did - please don’t-” Michel’s captor continued on to the edge of the lake and held him there, his face inundated like a trembling leaf caught in a storm. Michel didn’t know how to swim and tried to remember what his camping guide said about situations like this, but his mind went blank, and his lungs burned.

A passerby would be able to make out the two figures easily, even though the humid mist: One submerged and one forcing its grasp on the nape of the other’s neck, calmly watching. Michel was so incapacitated he wasn’t even aware that he was being forcibly held - he only regretted refusing to take swimming lessons as a child. And now his despairing amount of weakness against the dark waters was apparent. He thrashed about like a wild animal, a trail of bubbles circling his head. Gasps and sunken murmurs were the only sounds that could be heard on the lakeside at this hour.

And the other continued to watch, looking almost disinterested in the slump of his shoulders and the swaying of his feet. The moon still stubbornly shone, indiscriminate in its gleam, illuminating the other boy’s poor, sinking body. The scene was now still - a sharp contrast from a mere 8 hours ago.

The one on the bank turned to leave for the campgrounds, whistling a familiar tune.
The amount of time it takes to notice a person is missing is usually longer than one would think. In the case of Michel Barre, it took nearly 2 hours after the inhabitants of Wapiti rose. Barnett and Sal eventually realized that Michel was nowhere to be found and alerted Hailey before they were blamed for something they didn’t do. All campers were to report back to their bunks immediately for the rest of the day and stay there till instructed otherwise. A wave of confusion and frustration hit the camp – and rumors quickly spread like a nasty bout of lice.

According to the older kids, Barnett and Sal were messing around with Michel in the woods and left him there for inexplicable reasons. Others believed that Michel’s mega-loaded parents airlifted him out of the woods after just a few hours sleeping in the itchy twin sheets.

Meanwhile, in the counselor’s lodge, absolute pandemonium had settled alongside the cabin’s perpetual dust. These ‘designated adults’ were not adults at all, but hormonal, dewy-eyed teenagers who had been looking forward to an unsupervised summer. None of them were prepared for a situation like this.

“How on Earth will we ever explain this to Michel’s parents? The poor boy - he is probably wounded in the middle of the forest somewhere. Who knows, he could already be dead right now,” cried Hailey. The others stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say in response.

Javon Scott, who was only there for the massive paycheck that would hit his bank account at the end of the summer, couldn’t stop concentrating on Hailey's strawberry-blond curls. They smelled like apples.

“Hailey’s right, guys. Michel’s probably dead somewhere in a ditch. Shit, I can’t handle this right now, I need to smoke,” said Javon. He couldn’t keep his legs from bouncing, even with two hands on his thighs. Hailey let out a dry sob.

“You’ve been smoking too much Javon. The kid is probably fine, he couldn’t have made it that far into the woods,” chimed in someone from the back. A few other counselors murmured in agreement.

“We can’t bank on that. We have to tell Michel’s parents and call the authorities,” said Hailey. Javon aggressively nodded his head - the only one out of the bunch to agree.

“Like the cops? No way, I like this gig and my parents would murder me. Let’s all just split up and try to find him first,” said Bryce, one of the older counselors, a local town bum. There seemed to be a consensus already made at that point and all of Hailey's lamentations were paid any further attention.

The teens decided on rounding up the campers towards the center of the ground for the remainder of the day and to keep guard for God-knows-what, while the rest divvied up the surrounding woods in sections to search for the missing boy. Seemingly overnight, Camp Wapiti had transformed into a dire place – a canvas of frantic people and an obscure disappearance coloring the air.
Hailey had volunteered to scale the one of many huge rocks overlooking the eastern corner of the camp, a citadel over the surrounding area. Javon had offered to accompany Hailey, but everyone agreed it would be best if he stayed out at camp and watched over the fidgety kids. Javon grumbled about his role, because the last thing he wanted to do was spend the rest of the day with the snotty-sits, but he was sorely outnumbered. Besides, Hailey wanted to be alone.

The rock sat among the treetops, overlooking miles beyond the peripheries of the camp in each direction. It was a hot spot for late-night hookups, summertime dares, and sunrise viewings. Some of the graffiti that marked the base of the rock was almost two generations old.

It took a good 20 minutes for Hailey to reach the peak. Once she did, she was taken aback at the unstable illusion that was presented - the forest and vegetation seemed to have no end, swallowing all the land in its vastness. She shuddered to think where Michel could be within the thickets, as there was no way she could make out a 9-year-old from this vantage point. Her day had been spent in vain.

She plopped down at the edge of the overlook and began to burst into fitful tears. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how scared Michel was. Her stomach felt like a bowling ball. She decided that she would immediately contact the Allegheny preservative police and Michel’s parents before telling the others. She took in the horizon for a few months, ablaze in a deep mandarin, before heading back to Wapiti.

Except, someone had been watching her and her lovely head full of curls for a while now. It was a quite pleasant evening, and a single sight was more like a shout in the dead silence. And so, when Hailey could hear the heavy breathing of someone behind her, she chose not to stir.

“I know that’s you Javon. Look, I don’t have the time for this right now,” said Hailey, sniffling into her hands. Only silence followed and the breathing now ceased. Hailey looked over her shoulders and saw only rock. She felt as if she were becoming progressively crazier as the day went on.

Hailey turned back to stare at the view. And as she tumbled down the face of the cliff - from a single push or a gust of wind, no one would be able to tell - her last thoughts were of Michel’s ill-fated end instead of hers and how beautiful the sea of green looked when falling. Down, down she went, impaled upon the serrated end of a branch. Dark, gelatinous fluid sprayed from where she was impaled. She writhed in agony for thirty long minutes before her organs failed from the fatal amount of blood that was lost to the forest dirt.
By 10 pm, all of the inhabitants were united, and unlike this morning, there was a noticeable absence in the atmosphere. With the chief counselor nowhere to be found, the modus operandi of the camp had been altered. Campers were ordered to stay in their cabins and to not leave under any circumstances. Most of the counselors themselves hunkered in their bunks, too exhausted to search for yet another missing person or were a little paranoid themselves. Besides, Hailey probably bailed on the rest of them to avoid being complicit in anything that anything might have happened to Michel.

Still, a few agreed it was best to search the immediate vicinity at least once more, including Javon, who hadn’t felt this terrible since his parent’s divorce.

The crag wasn’t too far from the camp and so when five odd teenagers stumbled upon the grisly sight that was the remains of their fellow counselor – with what the forest scavengers had made of the relatively fresh carcass anyways - a wave of nausea and hysteria hit the group. Two immediately ran straight backwards towards the lodges, escaping into the night.

Javon stood within the fetid odor of the body, unable to take his eyes off the ravage in front of him. Tears silently raced down his cheek. The Allegheny Mountains had turned into an inescapable hellscape paradox.

The remaining counselors turned to wake and alert the others, concluding that the only possible explanation was that Hailey had tumbled from a rock. Javon contested this theory, adamant foul play was involved, but like always, he was ignored. Hailey’s body was left alone, and Camp Wapiti was bustling in panic for the second time that day, except everyone knew what had happened to Hailey. And now with the bus rentals back already less than 96 hours, followed by a parade of police forces, the warmth of the season had disappeared just as quickly it had come.

There simply weren’t enough buses available to transport the entire camp’s population in one batch, especially considering the time of night. The kids were priority and were bused off the premises as soon as possible, except for around two dozen. The police rounded everyone else - which included all the counselors – into the canteen, dead-center of the campsite.

By 6 AM, Javon had become sick of his environment and everyone in it. No one had been able to sleep the whole night except the police, who were used to sleeping in their patrol cars. A distinct tenor could be felt in the canteen, not a soul felt safe during those 9 dreadful hours.

Louie – the Brooklyn boy – entertained some of the other kids by reciting gruesome renditions of what could have happened to Michel and Hailey. The kids took morbid interest, looking over their shoulders for the monsters in Louie’s reenactments. A detailed sketch had been made of the killer. The kids described him as like the silent Northern Saw-Whet Owl, camouflaging within the dark envelope of the forest.

Javon snuck off into the sunrise to go smoke a joint in the hammock park behind the canteen, in plain view of the swarm of knocked-out cops. His nerves were in desperate need of soothing and he didn’t need to think twice about using the only medicine at hand.

The sunrise was dim and sullen, casting its gray halo throughout the sky. The hammock swayed slightly from the cool morning breeze and Javon was starting to get a little sick. Images of Hailey had been burned into his subconscious and he wondered how he would ever be able to sleep again. Well, not sober at least.

Javon could care less about the “owl” killer if he were staring at the end of its barrel, he just needed to forget about this place. This was the first time he had regretted not filling out college application forms, because now, he couldn’t escape this town even if he tried.

As he continued to ruminate in his limited prospects, he saw a shadow flit from the corner of his eye. He jolted awake from his existential morning thoughts.

It was a rather small shadow, one that emerged like a premature lightning strike. The figure disappeared into the woods – seemingly spawning from the direction of the cabins. Snuffing his joint, Javon waltzed in the shadow’s path, determined to not let the sly thing get away. The police were starting to stir. Javon dashed into the thicket’s cover.

While the figure had been in full sprint before, Javon had caught up to it within a couple of minutes. From behind a tree, looking onto an unobstructed clearing, there was the silhouette, his back facing Javon.

It was a boy. A shirtless boy. Quiet and unmoving. But Javon could easily recognize the person’s gait – strangely self-assured for just an 11-year-old. No doubt it was Louie, unruly, scraped and bruised, swaggering within late dawn’s mist. Javon observed quietly for a few moments, watching the boy sit in silence in the grass.

Louie knew someone was watching him. Besides, he had been on the other side – the one who was hunting the unsuspecting so many times that his instincts were deceivingly sharp. Louie turned his head around slowly, catching Javon’s direct line of vision and holding it. Javon froze under Louie’s blank expression towards him.

Slowly, Louie made his way towards Javon, carefully maintaining eye contact. Javon was almost in some sort of trance and had been. rendered immobile. Louie started to quicken his pace, opening his mouth to say something before Javon snapped out of his terrifying reverie.

Javon’s paranoia was through the roof, fueled by all that weed he consumed on an empty stomach. He ran towards the cabin for dear life to warn the others, convinced of Louie’s hand in evil. Something about Louie’s vacant eyes, devoid of emotion and almost-artificial like, sent Javon reeling for shelter from that empty expression. Even Hailey’s lifeless face exhibited more human-ness.

He finally had enough courage to look behind him when in view of the canteen, only to be met with a silent wood. Nevertheless, he continued to run, right outside to the main grounds, running right smack into the punchy gut of a cop.

“Do you think you can tell me what you are doing out here, hm,” asked the man in faded blue. Javon relayed his morning, leaving out extraneous details. But what he said fell upon empty ears and a boisterous laugh!

“Hmph, you kids sure aren’t meant to be out here as counselors. Clueless, all of you.”

But the police soon realized that Javon was telling the cold truth. Louie was thought to be on the busses, but the police received word that the boy was nowhere to be found in the vehicles. A small search-party was sent into the woods, but there wasn’t a single trace of an 11-year-old to be found. Only a lumbering 21-year-old, who took embarrassingly long strides.
Louie and his belongings had dematerialized along with warm winds of summer.

As the rest of the kids and counselors were sent away through a second round of buses, Javon looked longingly at the shrinking campgrounds from the back window.

On our crow’s nest seat,
We are the Camp Wapiti fleet!

Javon dreamt of distant heights and killer elks for months after the incidents.

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2024.05.18 03:38 NewYorkMetsBot2 POST GAME THREAD: The Mets fell to the Marlins by a score of 8-0 - Fri, May 17 @ 07:10 PM EDT

Mets @ Marlins - Fri, May 17

Game Status: Final - Score: 8-0 Marlins

Links & Info

Mets Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Taylor, T - LF 4 0 0 0 0 1 2 .256 .277 .367
2 Alonso - 1B 4 0 1 0 0 1 0 .226 .307 .458
3 Lindor - SS 4 0 1 0 0 0 1 .195 .268 .362
4 Martinez, J - DH 3 0 2 0 0 1 0 .309 .356 .456
a-Stewart, D - PH 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 .205 .379 .411
5 Vientos - 3B 3 0 0 0 1 1 3 .294 .333 .529
6 Marte, S - RF 3 0 0 0 0 1 0 .255 .299 .364
b-Baty - PH 1 0 0 0 0 1 1 .233 .293 .326
7 Bader - CF 4 0 1 0 0 1 1 .276 .321 .333
8 McNeil - 2B 3 0 1 0 0 0 0 .232 .310 .305
9 Nido - C 3 0 0 0 0 2 2 .216 .245 .294
Totals 33 0 6 0 1 9 10
Mets
a-Flied out for Martinez, J in the 9th. b-Struck out for Marte, S in the 9th.
BATTING: TB: Alonso; Bader; Lindor; Martinez, J 2; McNeil. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Taylor, T; Vientos. Team RISP: 0-for-3. Team LOB: 7.
FIELDING: E: McNeil (4, fielding). DP: (Lindor-Alonso).
Marlins Batters AB R H RBI BB K LOB AVG OBP SLG
1 Chisholm Jr. - CF 5 1 1 0 0 1 4 .250 .326 .411
2 De La Cruz, B - DH 3 0 1 1 1 1 3 .257 .307 .454
3 Bell - 1B 5 0 2 1 0 0 6 .218 .307 .341
Rivera, E - 1B 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .203 .281 .228
4 Sánchez, J - RF 4 1 1 0 0 1 3 .231 .282 .306
5 Burger - 3B 5 0 2 1 0 1 3 .188 .223 .313
Gray - 3B 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 .000 .000 .000
6 Gordon - LF 4 1 1 0 0 3 3 .225 .250 .387
7 Lopez, O - 2B 2 0 0 1 1 1 1 .268 .326 .537
8 Bruján - SS 3 2 2 0 1 0 1 .264 .333 .402
9 Fortes - C 3 3 3 3 1 0 0 .159 .198 .256
Totals 34 8 13 7 4 8 24
Marlins
BATTING: 2B: Burger (3, Walker, J); Bell (6, Walker, J). HR: Fortes (2, 2nd inning off Scott, 2 on, 2 out). TB: Bell 3; Bruján 2; Burger 3; Chisholm Jr.; De La Cruz, B; Fortes 6; Gordon; Sánchez, J. RBI: Bell (20); Burger (16); De La Cruz, B (25); Fortes 3 (8); Lopez, O (7). 2-out RBI: Fortes 3; Burger. Runners left in scoring position, 2 out: Bell 2; Lopez, O; Gordon; Sánchez, J. SF: De La Cruz, B; Lopez, O. GIDP: Bell. Team RISP: 2-for-13. Team LOB: 9.
Mets Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Scott (L, 0-2) 4.0 7 4 4 1 3 1 84-55 4.32
Walker, J 2.0 3 2 2 1 2 0 40-26 3.60
Hartwig 2.0 3 2 2 2 3 0 39-22 6.75
Totals 8.0 13 8 8 4 8 1
Marlins Pitchers IP H R ER BB K HR P-S ERA
Luzardo (W, 1-3) 6.0 5 0 0 0 7 0 89-59 5.02
Bender 1.0 0 0 0 0 1 0 12-9 5.50
Smith, B 1.0 1 0 0 0 0 0 12-6 3.92
Maldonado, A 1.0 0 0 0 1 1 0 14-6 4.50
Totals 9.0 6 0 0 1 9 0
Game Info
WP: Walker, J.
HBP: Sánchez, J (by Scott).
Pitches-strikes: Scott 84-55; Walker, J 40-26; Hartwig 39-22; Luzardo 89-59; Bender 12-9; Smith, B 12-6; Maldonado, A 14-6.
Groundouts-flyouts: Scott 3-3; Walker, J 3-1; Hartwig 1-1; Luzardo 6-5; Bender 1-0; Smith, B 1-2; Maldonado, A 0-2.
Batters faced: Scott 21; Walker, J 10; Hartwig 10; Luzardo 23; Bender 3; Smith, B 4; Maldonado, A 4.
Umpires: HP: Andy Fletcher. 1B: Mike Muchlinski. 2B: Jansen Visconti. 3B: Paul Clemons.
Weather: 72 degrees, Roof Closed.
Wind: 0 mph, None.
First pitch: 7:10 PM.
T: 2:27.
Att: 13,555.
Venue: loanDepot park.
May 17, 2024
Inning Scoring Play Score
Bottom 2 Otto Lopez out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Harrison Bader. Jesús Sánchez scores. 1-0 MIA
Bottom 2 Nick Fortes homers (2) on a fly ball to left center field. Nick Gordon scores. Vidal Bruján scores. 4-0 MIA
Bottom 6 Jazz Chisholm Jr. grounds out to second baseman Jeff McNeil. 5-0 MIA
Bottom 6 Bryan De La Cruz out on a sacrifice fly to center fielder Harrison Bader. Nick Fortes scores. 6-0 MIA
Bottom 8 Josh Bell grounds into a force out, second baseman Jeff McNeil to shortstop Francisco Lindor. Nick Fortes scores. Jazz Chisholm Jr. to 3rd. Bryan De La Cruz out at 2nd. Josh Bell to 1st. 7-0 MIA
Bottom 8 Jake Burger singles on a ground ball to shortstop Francisco Lindor. Jazz Chisholm Jr. scores. Josh Bell out at 3rd, first baseman Pete Alonso to second baseman Jeff McNeil. 8-0 MIA
Team Highlight
MIA Nick Fortes' three-run homer to left (2) (00:00:28)
NYM Pete Alonso's sweet basket catch (00:00:22)
NYM Christian Scott escapes trouble in the 4th (00:00:35)
MIA Jesús Luzardo escapes a jam in 5th (00:00:18)
MIA Jazz Chisholm Jr.'s incredible diving catch (00:00:23)
MIA Bryan De La Cruz's sac fly to center (00:00:17)
MIA Jesús Luzardo sets down seven Mets (00:01:24)
MIA Josh Bell plates a run on a groundout (00:00:12)
MIA Jake Burger's RBI infield single (00:00:25)
MIA Maldonado locks down Miami's third straight shutout (00:00:29)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E LOB
Mets 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 6 1 7
Marlins 0 4 0 0 0 2 0 2 8 13 0 9

Decisions

Division Scoreboard

WSH 2 @ PHI 4 - Final
SD 3 @ ATL 1 - Game Over
Next Mets Game: Sat, May 18, 04:10 PM EDT @ Marlins
Last Updated: 05/17/2024 10:18:25 PM EDT
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2024.05.18 03:07 Short_Currency3498 Christmas fright

Everything about Christmas is for joy and peace on earth, right? Years of tradition where people have worked hard all year just for their loved ones to have their hearts desire fulfilled with toys, food, and other items. Families gather around a decorated tree, sharing stories about Christmas’s past as they prepare for the day after. Hymns are sung by traveling church carolers and even the family pets join the celebration. This usually occurs in the homes of millions who have been eager for the visit by the big man in red. Santa Claus is the face of this holiday season, yet I have a different view of the holiday. One that few people can relate to if any at all. I don’t remember when it happened in my life, maybe it’s just been that way. All I can say is that while everyone else goes to sleep in their beds, waiting for good old Saint Nick to deliver them some gifts, I am not. The only reason I’m not joining the tradition of hanging ornaments and stockings is that the entity that makes its way to my house is not a jolly fat man with a beard and reindeer, it’s the one that comes is the other who comes around this time of year. A being with no joy or desire to be seen as the one who comes to take and not give. It all began when I had stayed up late one evening years ago when I was too young to understand the difference between Santa Claus and his disturbing, vengeful, horrid creature that follows him on his travels. If you have any doubts about the existence of this being, you should stay that way because if you are unfortunate enough even to see this horned beast that resembles more of a demon from hell than the jolly fat man, the Krampus is truly a creature that you would be more than worried except for me. That’s what I am waiting for—that spawn of the deepest part of the evil incarnation. And every year since the past 20 years I’ve prepared to bring its traditions to an end. The Krampus came to me as a kid, I thought when I first saw it in my living room, hunched over my family’s Christmas tree I was so excited that Santa was in my home. Foolish and ignorant I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and crept down the stairs hoping to get a glimpse of the famed gift giver. I found no sign of reindeer on the roof, no one in the house was awake but myself. The dog came to my side and I shushed him so as not to let our presence disturb the figure who I assumed was Santa but my dog was not sharing with my joy and was growling towards the living room. It didn’t seem to hear the dog's low growl and kept doing its business. I crept down the stairs and snuck to the doorway to get a better view. My dog would act strangely as we got closer to the figure, I thought it was strange but I was just too excited to see Santa to get the hint from the dog that this is not the Santa that I wanted it to be. The figure stood much taller than I thought Santa to be, much bigger than any Santa you’d find at a mall or ringing a bell outside stores, it hunched over because he stood much bigger than the room was, and with its back to us I took interest in the fact that as it did any sort of movement the sounds of light metal hitting metal followed and the red coat it wore was not a vibrant red. I thought that it was because of the many times it had to go up and down other chimneys but that was just a kid ignorant thinking the sounds of clinging metal were from the rustic chains that hung by the coattails of its dirty, tattered garb.
I stood in the living room doorway in shock, smelling the foul odor coming from the beast hit me hard and first. Like sour milk and copper, drops of what I thought were juice or something cherry-colored fell from the outstretched claws that rattled with that of the chains. Only dim light from the fireplace held a small flame, and I was too scared to stay frozen.
The Krampus did not see me and continued on his mission. I couldn’t make out details and nor did I want to get a better look, yet thanks to a crash of lightning outside hitting a nearby tree, made the Krampus harder to ignore and I saw more detail…such a horrid sight. The mangled spinal-like horns that curled outward from its head to the pitch black of his eyes seemed to take any light and swallow it into the inky black pits. thin gray skin stretched across its frame giving the illusion of old Santa but only in the dark. The creature turned and faced me after the light from the tree, still burning from the lightning strike showing just enough to see my small shaking frame. The Large ancient beast with his outstretched arm reached out to the stockings that hung by the chimney and dropped some unknown items into them that were wet and made squishing noises as each one fell into the bottom of the stockings. The gaze of this horror met mine and I was powerless to do anything but stand still. It stood there in my family’s dining room and even with it hunched over, its tall horns scratched and ripped into the ceiling above. It took a couple of steps to me and the bells and chains that hung from its old tethered coat shook and rang with every step. The closer it got to me the more and more fearful I became and with the Krampus a breath from my face I closed my eyes and prayed that it would go away. The Krampus kneeled and placed its mangold, clawed hand on my cheek and I felt a tear fall from my eye and hit the Krampus on the hand that held my cheek, this must of confused or maybe it felt pity for me I don’t know.
What I do know is that when I opened my eyes the Krampus was gone. I cried out, I screamed the pinup fear and bottled emotions that I barely kept at bay in the moment but now I couldn’t hold back. The tears flowed as I went to my parent rooms and found their lifeless bodies in their beds. Both of them had a big hole in their chests, I screamed out at the sight and fell to my knees in grief. I was at a loss for words, I just screamed and cried, screamed and cried for what seemed like hours then as I sat there in the presence of my family’s dead bodies, my dog Baxter with my stocking in his mouth, came placed it in front of me and sat waiting for me to play with him. I looked down at the offering placed before me and saw through my tears that Baxter brought my Christmas stocking and it was full. I looked up to Baxter licking my face and doing his best to try and cheer me up, I fought back the grief for a moment and pet Baxter. “Thanks, boy”. I said to Baxter and reached for my stocking thinking maybe my parents already put stuff into my stocking before the arrival of the Krampus, as I grabbed hold and lifted it I felt something like play-doo or clay-like in the bottom of it and as my hand held the outside of the object inside, it pulsed in my hand, which made me drop it immediately. The stocking hit the hardwood floor with a solid thump, like a balloon filled with water or jelly, from the top of the fallen stocking came some viscous liquid that oozed and pooled out and created a small puddle. I had no idea what it was, the dark-colored seemed to smell of copper and peppermint, making me think it may have been a melted gummy bear but when touching the liquid and foolishly bringing it to my lips, I knew that this wasn’t melted gummy bears, this was blood. Another pulse from the stocking and more of that blood came oozing from it and I jumped back to the door in shock, Baxter the only family I had now reached in grabbed the presents the Krampus had left in my stocking…the still-beating hearts of my mom and dad. I screamed again but this time I passed out.
I woke up only to find police officers in my house and all sorts of lights and people coming in and out of my parent's rooms and taking pictures. Baxter was next to me lying down I thought I was dreaming, that it didn’t happen but the reality of it all was made bare when they rolled two adult bodybags out and into a parked ambulance outside. A kind old officer came over to me and wrapped me in a hard wool blanket. “Are you ok son? We got a call from a neighbor that they heard screaming last night and was worried”. I was in shock again and all I could say back was. “Is he gone”. “Is who gone”? The officer asked back. His eyes showed concern and I swallowed and asked him if he saw him too. The old officer looked and me puzzled “Who? Who was here son”?
My eyes looked away from his and around the room, I was in the dining room again and the light of Christmas day shined through, casting away the shadows. The officer asked me more questions but my attention was on the tree outside the window, the same tree that was hit but lightning and caught a blaze. Then the officer said, “Son, is there anything you can recall from last night that may help us in finding the person responsible for this”? I turned from the window and looked at the officer who stood in the same spot as the Krampus stood and I froze again when my eyes fell on the two other stockings that hung in the fireplace one for my mom and the other from my dad, they had the same heftiness in them as my dad. I pointed at them to the officer and opened my mouth to say something but my throat seized up when I looked up to see the scratch marks left by the horns of the Krampus. When the officer looked inside to see what was in there, he dropped them in fright. The stockings fell and made a splat sound, Baxter got up from his spot walked over to the stockings on the ground dug inside my mom’s, and pulled something small and red colored. He brought it to me and placed the wet form at my feet. The officers and medics all gasped as they saw the still-beating heart of my mother. I stood there frozen yet again but not out of the sight that was a human heart, let alone it belonged to my mother but I was frozen by the note that was covered in blood and addressed to me.
The note read as this-
“Dear Timmy,
 I got you countless letters that you had sent to Santa Claus about how terrible your life was here and how you wished for the torture to stop…I’m glad to say that even though it took a few years I hope that this was everything you wished for and more. Inside are your gifts for being such a good boy all these years. I am sorry you had to see me, I know that it wasn’t the way you hoped Santa Claus looked but the truth is that there was never a Santa Claus. There never was, I alone travel on the coldest of Christmas and I finally answered your pleas. The harm they have done to such a nice boy is why they will never bother you again. Hope you have a Merry Christmas…I hope to never see you again. 
P.S. Baxter is such a good boy and hope you treat him better than how your parents have treated you…OR I WILL RETURN
I hid the note from the officers, I was used to hiding things from people. Hiding bruises from the countless beatings from my drunk father to even hiding the fact that my mother, who never showed any sort of care for me while that was happening I was deeply disturbed and traumatized. The officers led me and Baxter out of the crime scene and to the back of his squad car. The final thing I saw before the car drove off, I saw all the others crowded around my home and looked up on the roof of my home. I saw a large, dark figure that lurched and stood there silently watching over everyone. My eyes meet it’s and after a moment or two, the figure turned and faded away with only the slight sound of rattle chains and bells that only I seem to notice. The officer gets in the car and starts the engine. The officer turned to me and found me still staring up where the figure was and asked, “I’m sorry son that your Christmas ended this way, but you are going to be safe and taken care of”. I turned to see him and I formed a small smile. “Thats it son… there's a smile”. I responded by whipping my face from the tears and revealing the bruises that were covered by my mother with her concealer, the officer looked a bit confused and asked where the bruises came from and I pointed to the body bags being loaded into the ambulance. “They did it to me, but they won’t be happening anymore”. I get a few licks from Baxter as I pet him and take one last look at my home before leaving and under my breath, I whisper “Thanks Krampus”.
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