wsu Cougar Baseball ends pac-12 season on a high

Hello. Your Washington State Cougars baseball team did something over the weekend that they had never done in their storied history, sweeping a three-game series over the Arizona State Sun Devils with a resounding 10-3 win. Over Thursday/Friday/Saturday, WSU — playing its best baseball of the season — beat ASU 22-9 and hit double digits in each of the final two games.

In the process, WSU’s seven seniors came out on as high a note as expected around mid-season, when WSU was mired in last place with a 2-10 Pac-12 record. Instead of folding and focusing on their next steps, Jack Smith, Owen Leonard, Will Sierra, Kodie Kolden, Collin Montez, Justin Van de Brake and Jake Meyer drove Cougar Baseball out of the basement. After a 12-0 loss to Gonzaga on April 5, WSU has won 17 of its last 25 games (five against ranked teams, including a win over Gonzaga), going 10-8 in the Pac-12 and winning four of the last six series. on Pac-12 enemies.

Unfortunately, we have to think about what could have been. The Cougars finished with a 12-18 conference record, one game behind ASU for the final tournament berth and two games out of sixth place. A win here or there and the WSU clinches that last spot in the Pac-12 tournament. Three particularly stung defeats were an 8-7 loss to the Cardinal of Stanford after WSU took a 7-5 lead in the ninth inning, an 8-7 loss in the bottom of the set at the UCLA Bruins, and an 8-7 loss at Oregon in which WSU led 7-2 in the ninth inning. Win one of those, and WSU is probably still playing.

On Saturday, the Cougars left no doubt, scoring eight runs between the 3rd and 5th innings and heading for a victory. Kyle Russell led the way with a home run, three total hits and three RBIs. On the mound, the bullpen was off. After starter McKabe Cottrell was only able to go 4 1/3 innings, relievers Cam Liss, Chase Grillo and Owen Leonard shut down ASU’s at-bats, allowing only four hits for the rest of the game.

Overall, it was a decent but disappointing season for WSU, which finished above .500 with a 27-26 record (a .509 winning percentage, which is funny). Here’s hoping Brian Green and the 2023 edition of Cougar Baseball are able to avoid the midseason swoon that ultimately kept WSU out of the playoffs.


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Married guys, I guess almost all of you will identify with an episode I had with Mrs. Kendall this week, so I thought I’d write about it. Thursday night she told me she couldn’t get our printer to work (a printer she once sold because we can’t take it to the US with us). She followed the litany of troubleshooting steps she undertook, such as cleaning everything, changing the cartridge, uninstalling/reinstalling the profile, etc.

“Have you unplugged and plugged back in?” ” I asked. It’s the first thing I always do (like most of you I guess). In the Gunship we called this the “Lockheed fix” and it fixed the problem almost all the time. She hadn’t, but explained that the printer was working, just pixelating things so the product wasn’t recognizable. I left it there.

A little later, she comes in with a shipping label she had printed off and practically throws it at me. After a moment of confusion and a few swear words thrown my way, I figured the unplug/replug fix worked. But was she grateful that I helped solve the problem? OF COURSE NOT! Instead, she was pissed at me because my simple suggestion ended up being successful, after her several minutes of troubleshooting didn’t help. Next time I think I’ll secretly try to fix it myself, and if it works I’ll tell her that whatever she did was the cure. It will just make things easier.

This Week in Parenting meets Stranger in a Strange Land

The 2.67 regular readers of this space are probably aware that I’m a bit of a beer fanatic. In almost four years spent in Europe, I have developed an incredible affection for Belgium in general, and Belgian beer in particular. As our time abroad draws to a close, I’ve been planning a run northwest to secure the good stuff before the packers arrive in early June.

At the top of the wish list was the famous Westvleteren 12, made by the Trappist monks of St. Sixtus Abbey. You can’t find it most places, and when you do find it, the price is very high because it’s not produced at nearly the rate of other Trappist beers such as Chimay and La Trappe. It has also been repeatedly ranked as the best beer in the world. This is obviously a subjective question, but man, I love it. The process by which to secure this liquid greatness is not simple. You have to create an account, then log in on Wednesday evening at 6 p.m. sharp in hopes of earning the right to buy three crates (only two of a certain type), then schedule a pick-up time.

After scratching twice in the past, luck was on my side on May 11 and I bought two cases of 12 and one case of 8 (their version of a Dubbel). Then it was time to find a pickup window. With the help of Mrs. Kendall to work out the children’s schedule for the week, I set up last Thursday between 11 and 11:30 a.m. an awards ceremony on Thursday afternoon, and Westvleteren is about 5.5 hours from his home.

I spent the next week insisting on how I could thread the needle, as this ceremony was for his recognition as a member of the National Junior Honors Society, which the plague has prevented for the past two years. I didn’t want to miss it, especially because it had a part to play. But given that I’ve attended several award ceremonies over the years, I wasn’t going to give up my one chance to win Belgium’s top export.

I headed north on Wednesday morning, stopping at Grimbergen Abbey for some great beer and food, then at a Belgian beer wholesaler (another 1,000 word tale in itself), then I spent the night in Brussels, about two hours from the mecca of beer. Then, after a night in what had clearly been a smoking room, it was time. After going to the cafe for a beer in the morning, I got in line at 11:00.

It’s a pretty nifty operation, when you pull into the overhang (there’s a stop light that tells you when, seriously), open your trunk, show the warehouse guy your QR code, and load the crates in your trunk. I was out of there in no time and after riding through a hellish thunderstorm for nearly an hour, I returned to the police to join the family and head to school.

The kid performed his speaking role almost perfectly and the pastries after the ceremony were enjoyed by all. During the ceremony, there were some speeches from children about volunteer projects. Three of the four were very good (meaning they lasted less than two minutes and got to the point of what it means to volunteer). The latest, however, was a doozy, as the young woman spent what felt like three hours touting her own virtues and making sure everyone knew how great she was and how much money she made. and her mother spent on clothes to donate. As always, none of this was his fault, and I’d like a few minutes for a one-sided conversation with his parents.

Luckily, we were mostly spared a never-ending baseball weekend, with only one game scheduled. And even though this game started half an hour late, and even though the mighty Dirt Devils were beaten, the 10-year-old was able to pitch a few innings, and he did pretty well. Call me selfish, but I don’t care about team results or anything, as long as my kid has a positive or two. I suspect I am far from alone.

Oh, and as far as the beer run goes, things ended well despite the Brussels wholesaler not having a few of my top-ranked selections.

Belgium will always be the best.

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