Sunday is where all the thoughts from the head fire out in random order and I just let it rip here. No order, no restriction and all unplugged prose. Let’s jump right in.
Game of Thrones and The Red Wedding
Oh boy how do I start this one off. This is for Game of Thrones fanatics, watchers, purists and enthusiasts. Sunday’s episode featured the most brutal sequence on television in a long time and maybe forever. This is worse than Noah Wyle and the intern getting stabbed by the patient in ER. This is worse than Ned Stark losing his head. It was far worse than anything on Sopranos or The Wire. Game of Thrones and its creators, original novel writer and actors pulled off a wicked finish to the second to last episode of the third season. Let me step back a little.
Two months ago I wasn’t even watching the show. I knew about it, heard the wicked claims and didn’t find time to watch it. I don’t have time to sit down and read all the books and what fun would that be in following it up by watching the series on TV. Book readers are a crowd that I respect and admire. They find time to do that and I just can’t. I love to write and adore my television. Suddenly sometime near the end of March, I dove into season 1 and didn’t reappear to normal living conditions until I was 3 episodes into season 3. You stop your normal evening schedule when you load up on a TV series. You forget to do certain things, like shower, eat properly or tend to your young son. You might as well grab a sword, a stick, a horse and ride to Westeros. I got engulfed in this series and loved every bit. There are stories I care less about but the general scheme is magnificent and hugely addicting. There is a tasty complexity to the show that other series’ fail to bring to the table. All the kingdoms fighting for supremacy in a cutthroat time is cool to watch and the nudity, blood and excess add to the pleasure. Back to Sunday night.
I am a Twitter bitch and Facebook wanderer. I knew something was coming. When Banshee’s lovely leading lady Ivana Milicevic tweets, “OH. MY. GOD” with the hashtag #GOT, something has got to be cooking. I knew a wallop was hitting the crowd who hadn’t read the story where SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER The Stark family is slaughtered at a wedding held by the Frey Kingdom. Robb Stark(wonderfully understated actor Richard Maddon) and the woman of the house Catelyn(Michelle Fairley) are sliced up and in the process, Robb’s wife, Talisa, is stabbed in the stomach a few times(5 to be exact). The only catch is Talisa is pregnant and stabbed several times. This part isn’t in the book and is instead cooked up by David Benioff and Dan Weiss, the showrunners. In the books, Talisa doesn’t exist and Robb’s wife isn’t pregnant and stays at home. In a way, this feverish ambush by King Frey, an old pervert who flirted creepily with Talisa scenes before ordering her demise. The entire scene was just brutal, bloody, and appetite quenching. The entire hour you could smell it coming. Book lovers knew it was coming. Non Book show addicts could smell it, just like I did. Once Talisa was telling Robb about naming the unborn child Eddark, you heard a match get lit in the room and the fire started. The bride and groom were carried off and the door was shut and then the music started. The Lannister music. “Rains of Castamere”(probably not spelled right but suck it faithful souls) filled the room(with Coldplay’s Will Champion holding the drum). Catelyn knew the jig was up and when she saw the chainmail under Rouse’s clothing, she tried to stop it. What was she going to do? The Stark’s were dead in the water. Sitting ducks. They were the gambler way in over his head at the tables at 1am with the real players looking at him with pity. It was sad. Robb looked like a serious threat to bring down the Lannisters and then he pulls a fast one on the Freys and pays DEARLY for it. Not only is his entire army killed and his own life is ended and the life of his mother is stopped, but his pregnant lovely wife is stabbed maliciously.
The toughest moment was Robb crawling up to the dying body of his bride, grabbing the severely bleeding stomach and looking broken. Once he watched her soul depart, I don’t think he cared one bit about his fate. His mother tried to reason with the Frey elder, but to no avail. The turncoat Rouse walked up, grabbed Stark, whispered a greeting from the Lannisters and stuck a knife in his heart. Catelyn sliced open the neck of the youngest bride of the Frey Elder before her own throat was cut. End of story. Poor young Arya, riding with the Hound to the wedding in hopes of being reunited with her Stark family for the first time since her dad’s head was cut off, is knocked out by her unlikely protector and carried away. A horrible ending for the Stark family for what seems like the duration of the show.
When will this family catch a break? It reminds you of George Martin’s writing and his ability to go against the grain of natural storytelling. I thought Robb was going to sack the kingdom of Tyrin Lannister and take over and avenge his father’s death. Instead, he is dead and so is his army and mother. The Stark’s jhopes rest in children and the bastard son, Jon Snow. I believe they will be quiet for a while.
This sets up the finale quite well but I have a hard time seeing the last episode top the Red Wedding. No way. How much more brutal can you get? They could have shown the penis being cut off in the previous hour and I wouldn’t rate it higher than seeing a pregnant woman stabbed repeatedly. That, I believe, was the show runners pushing the brutal pedal forward into our digestive system and making sure we remembered this episode all week and possibly all year. Whenever Game of Thrones is mentioned, the Red Wedding will come to mind. Without the relentless murder of Talisa, the impact isn’t as severe.
The intent of Frey was as direct as a blade itself. Take away everything Robb Stark has and will ever have after his demise. No son(or daughter). No wife. No parents. No Rule. No kingdom. Goodnight Stark Avenger(not named Tony). If you see a Stark this week, buy them a drink or two and tell them its okay. You may be lying but at least you won’t be carrying a knife or wearing chainmail.
Season 4 can’t be talked about until the season concludes next week. I may write something then or I may not. Only certain times do I feel the need to unload a TV solo blog. My favorite character is still Jaime Lannister because his history is so juicy and complex and his character arc is so interesting to watch and prepare for. His hand getting chopped off is the next thing on the shock list of Season 3. From that point on, the Kingslayer changed in more ways than one.
Take this as you will. It’s a dose of mental extraction from a guy who had the Thrones on the mind all day. Just a brutally brilliant episode.
That’s it. Thanks for reading and goodnight.
-DB
Time to Rant About The Cardinals
There’s no better way to start off a Saturday than to let the hands go and fire up a blog. Unload the noise in the head and simply give your take. It’s what I do. Hopefully you approve or at least respect me in the morning.
Open Fire Session
It’s time to let the hands go and unleash the greatest blog in the history of cyber net writers. Well, not really. Just a collection of words from a guy whose only tool is blunt truth. Here we go with no Pitbull included. I have been dealing single subject blogs for a few weeks but this one is all over the place. Special and intact. Starting with my Redbird Stress Burners….
Redbird Torture Chamber Notes
Being a Cardinals fan is like being a fan of Evel Knievel. Every time they go to work, something bad could happen. A chaotic horse race. A traffic jam on a broken highway. Loud noises in a grocery store. Baseball will snap your heart 10 ways from Sunday and there’s no stopping it. The season is so damn long you wonder how your body and mind adapt and survive every year. This is why I admire and respect the casual fans. They watch, put one foot into the door and escape before devotion and addiction settle in. Believe me, if you can do it, I am all for it. The problem is when I was 5 years old I was hooked and haven’t let go since. Baseball owns me. I own myself partially. Life goes on.
- Carlos Martinez. Fire ball tossing mini Pedro Martinez has been with team for 3 weeks and would need to be sent back to Memphis to retool as a starter again. I like him as the fireman in this bullpen, the strikeout artist who can pitch a full inning. Leave him be for now unless setbacks occur.
- Seth Maness. He is a strike throwing machine and gets more double plays than Cardinals Care can keep up with but would also need to be sent back to Memphis to retool to be a 5-6 inning arm again. He is so effective in his role, like Martinez, that I don’t want to move him right now. Future wise he is a starting prospect. Right now he is a plumber who fixed a leak in the bullpen first, taking over Edward Mujica’s role when he left for the closer spot.
- Joe Kelly. Once again, he was used in relief yesterday and has been playing more catch with the right fielder between innings than pitching in games. I am not sure if he bought Mike Matheny a knife for a gift this year or was he simply forgotten. He needs a Memphis trip to be retooled as a starter so he can help this team in June and onward.
- Michael Wacha. The most intriguing choice was passed over for Lyons even though his next start would fall in turn with Garcia’s missing appearance. The Cards may not want to start Wacha’s clock too early but I say if the kid has the goods to pitch here, then start the ticker and get him here. Why waste a start with Lyons when you have Wacha dominating Memphis bats? He stays in AAA for now. Excuses to follow in the papers.
- Chris Carpenter. A month away at least but the big guy is progressing with a starter workload in his rehab. He is throwing close to 100 pitches and getting closer to a rehab assignment in Memphis. If all goes well there, he will step into either Garcia or Westbrook’s role, especially with the rotation on fire. John Cast and Tyler Lyons are intriguing young arms but if you have a guy named Carpenter lurking in your corner, you put the gloves on him and send him into combat. Chris Carpenter at 75% is better than most pitchers at full blast because of his tenacity, intensity and pure volatility on a pitching mound. Hanley Rameriz still can’t get the shit stain out of his pants from the time Carpenter screamed at him up the first base line at Busch in 2011. Chris Carpenter is brass balls fury and will make it to Busch sometime in June.
- Tyler Lyons. I don’t know a thing about this kid and neither does any scribe on twitter yet so we will have to wait and see when he takes the mound in Ron Burgundy Country this week.
- John Gast. If he pitches well over 2-4 starts and Westbrook comes back and Carpenter isn’t ready, you move the young crafty lefthander into Garcia’s spot. For now, he faces a big task today in taking the rubber game against the Brewers.
- Anybody else hear the boulder fall off David Freese’s shoulders on Friday when he launched that grand slam to center field in a home run reminiscent of his 2011 World Series bomb from Game 6? It was one hit but a meaningful one for the native. He is a good hitter and will bust out of the funk. Friday’s bomb helped.
- I like resting Carlos Beltran 2 times a week. It will keep him fresh and ready to roll in the late season high stakes action.
- Edward Mujica’s work is truly remarkable and isn’t getting enough attention, which could be a good thing. He is 12-12 in save opportunities in the month since taking over in mid April. He has retired 40 of the 46 hitters he has faced since that time. He is making it look easy. He is also a cool dude and a father of a young girl. Just icing on the cake. Chief is getting the job done in a big way. If it continues, this will be the most shocking and smooth recovery in the Cards bullpen in years.
- No one hits a ball harder than Matt Holliday and sports science backs it up. According to studies, the ball comes off Holliday’s bat at near 100 mph. The only player who stings the ball harder is Giancarlo Stanton in Miami. Holliday hits into so many double plays because he hits a missile to the middle infielder on a hop and its an easy turn. Holliday sprints down the base line every time. Something to think about to go with Holliday’s effectiveness in 2 out/RISP situations in 2013.
- The Cards only like to score a lot of runs with 2 outs. Kind of their thing so far. I expect this to change.
- CORRECTION-Joe Kelly has pitched 4 times in the past 6 days. This guy was wrong. He still doesn’t have a role and deserves better. With Gast, Lyons, Maness and Martinez up here, it would be good to send Kelly back down to retool as a starter. I think he helps the team the most in that role.
St. Louis Blues Wrapup Blog
Sports teams are made to break our hearts. Athletic players coming together with one common goal of winning a championship that temporarily puts their hardcore fans on a pedestal. It’s a freaky concoction of competition, addiction and inner strength. You could go to any main street and toss a rock at a crowd and hit a person who could deliver a 10 minute uncut rant about sports easily. It’s a common element of life and one that hits people who don’t even like sports. The Blues break out hearts so often that we are used to it. That doesn’t mean the pain goes away or the incoming crash is any weaker. Every year, playoff built or not, we think to ourselves what it would be like to celebrate up and down 14th and Clark and around the city for the Blues and not the Cardinals. A myth, pipe dream, and goal shared by old men, ambitious young men and women and kids alike. What if the Blues won the Stanley Cup? Typing the sentence involves a necessary pause because in their time here since the late 1960’s, the Blues haven’t won a single Cup. We are without a championship banner and it sucks. On Friday, our hopes for one in this lockout shortened season were destroyed. The Los Angeles Kings came back from a 2-0 series deficit and beat the Blues four straight games to capture the first round and send every Blues fan to the cold hard concrete ground with a thud. Too bad we all knew it would come, now or later. The Blues have given us this sickness in our systems. A feeling of inevitable failure. What a terrible thing. Not as horrible as a rash in a sensitive area but one that itches at us in other ways. Here are my thoughts on the Blues.
St. Louis Blues Breakdown Game 5
Before the puck drops on Scottrade’s freshly paved ice tonight at 8pm, let me toss out a few thoughts. Warnings, ideas and basic sports prose sprinkled with analysis and attitude. A pregame warmup session if you will allow the description to take flight. The Cardinals avenged last night’s pathetic loss to the Cubs today with a nailbiting 5-4 win, so all the focus is on the BLUES. Here we go.
- Chris Stewart. The enigmatic winger has gone missing for 2 weeks now except for one great pass to Barrett Jackman in Game 2. Seriously, this is the main problem with Stewie. He is passionately streaky. He doesn’t play it low key and take a game off. He takes a group of games off. There are times where his energy level is also suspect. He skates around, gets into a few scrums but doesn’t crash the net enough. His job is to score goals and he isn’t doing that. If Hitch wants to bench a guy, pick Stewart or demote him. Time is running out, and this guy isn’t doing anything.
- Andy Mcdonald. The little guy hasn’t scored a goal since Mitchell Boggs’ last save and can’t hit the net with a shot. Like Stewart, his job is to make plays, score goals and avoid concussions that make him miss 45 games. McDonald is MISSING. He isn’t leaving a dent on the ice, and looks slower every game. He shows up tonight or he needs to be demoted. He also happens to make 4 million dollars. When was the last time he had a big game? Don’t hurt yourself thinking.
- David Perron. The Frenchman has done little outside of hump Jonathan Quick’s leg before every whistle. He hasn’t scored in a long time and looks flaky out there. Perron is a playmaker and not paid to be a pest. He makes nearly 2 million dollars to put pucks in the net, and that is as simple as it gets. Let Chris Porter get into Quick’s head. Perron needs to light up the damn lamp.
Breaking Down the Blues and Cardinals
My take on the Blues before Game 4-
My Take on the Cardinals before their series in Chicago-
Take 6 with Buffa
Here comes the latest Dose of Buffa.
A Rant About My St. Louis Cardinals
Pay attention, I am going to make this quick. As I light up Twitter and Facebook, I will speed up the latest launch of Buffa prose to your skulls. As my kid tries desperately to hurt himself on hardwood floors, my time is here to unplug for a little bit and inform you on my take. I’m letting the hands go now. This will be random, brutal and quite well…direct.
