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And That Happened: Sunday's Scores and Highlights

Apr 12, 2010, 5:47 AM EDT

Pujols homer.jpgBrewers 8, Cardinals 7: I’m in the tri-state area today meeting NBC folks, planning for the future, talking about the State of the Blog, but mostly just convincing them that they’re entrusting their baseball coverage to a real person and not an android or one kid standing on another kid’s shoulders wearing a long overcoat or something. I missed the beginning of this one due to my flight and the ride up to where I’m staying (more on this below), but I caught the bulk of it while sucking down beers and eating a wrap* and stuff at Bobby Valentine’s bar.

Not a big crowd — you’ll be shocked to know that Stamford, Connecticut doesn’t exactly hop on a Sunday night — but it was fun watching a wild one in a (mostly) baseball bar with a bunch of baseball fans. For the record: the crowd seemed to feel more bad for Trevor Hoffman’s meltdown in the ninth than they were impressed by Pujols’ and Holliday’s dingers. When Casey McGhee hit his walkoff winner there was much rejoicing, despite the fact not a person in the place was a Brewers’ fan.

*Bobby Valentine claims he invented the wrap. I’m highly dubious, but I felt obligated to order one anyway. It was an OK wrap. Nothin’ special, but I’ll give it a guarded thumbs-up based on the arguable historic value of it all and the good overall juju of the evening.

Diamondbacks 15, Pirates 6: The Dbacks pull the old “score 13 runs in the fourth inning trick.” One of the oldest ones in the book, really, but it almost always works. The Pirates’ Daniel McCutchen was responsible for most of the damage. “That’s probably the worst [inning] I’ve had,” he said after the game. Probably? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say it was.  What else say you, Mr. McCutchen? “I wish I would have been more mentally strong and stayed within myself a
little more.”  I’m going to go out on another limb here and say that getting shellacked like that probably takes some physical deficiencies too (i.e. throwing pure garbage), so McCutcheon should probably take it easy on his staywithinhimselfability.

Phillies 2, Astros 1: A dominating outing from Roy Halladay (CG 7 H, 0 ER, 8K, 0 BB). But two minor caveats here: (1) The Astros couldn’t hit the water if they fell out of a boat (on the season they’ve scored as many runs as the Dbacks did in the fourth inning yesterday); and (2) The fact that the unearned run Halladay gave up was unearned because of his own damn error shows you just how ridiculous the earned/unearned rules are. In a fair and just world Halladay and any other pitcher who does that should be charged with the run.

Tigers 9, Indians 8: The Tigers had no business winning this game. They trailed by four heading into their half of the eighth and they stranded eighteen (18) runners, but with the Indians’ bullpen all things are possible. In this case, a bases loaded walk and then a wild pitch by Chris Perez is what was possible. Gerald Laird snapped his 0-17 to start the season, which if it had happened in Boston the city would be on lockdown. Justin Verlander said this after the game: “The Indians have a great team, and you have to make good pitches to get
them out.” Justin. We are men of action. Lies do not become us.

Giants 6, Braves 3: Rain delay: four hours, nine minutes. Game time: two hours, twenty minutes. I haven’t seen so many people being paid to just sit around all afternoon since I left my job at the state last November.  Jason Heyward hit a home run for the second game in a row, but his errant throw home in the sixth — which bounced off Pablo Sandoval’s generous thigh and ricocheted halfway to Bakersfield allowing two to score — basically canceled it out. Tim Lincecum struck out ten and walked one. I think there was an elderly woman floating in a raft somewhere near the Oceanic pole of inaccessibility who had not yet been convinced of his greatness, but when she received news of this game via ham radio she just threw up her arms and said “Screw it. That boy is something else.”

Blue Jays 5, Orioles 2: The good news: Mike Gonzalez did not blow this game for the Orioles. The bad news: Miguel Tejada’s o-lay job in the eighth basically did, allowing the Jays to hit lead-forfeiting back-to-back homers when they should have been out on defense. Of course, in Tejada’s defense, Millwood still hung those breaking balls to give up the homers, so the mere fact that three of the four runs he gave up were “unearned” doesn’t totally absolve him of all sin.

Athletics 9, Angels 4: Mark Ellis got the day off and Adam Rosales made the most of it, driving in four runs, one of which came on a solo dinger. Rosales is a rather amped-up kind of guy, and his teammates took notice of that fact after he finished what can only be called his home run sprint as opposed to a trot: “He’s someone who
probably needs to take a nap . . .
he plays like he hasn’t
slept in four days
. . . he doesn’t know any other speed.”  I wonder if Rosales is related to the guy who drove me from LaGuardia to my hotel last night. I don’t consider myself a timid soul when it comes to the roads, but at one point on I-95 near the Connecticut state line we passed what looked like a horrific accident in the southbound lane, which was followed by miles of gridlock. For the first time in my life I envied people stuck in gridlock. Seriously, this dude was like Captain Chaos or something.

Rangers 9, Mariners 2: Scott Feldman gave up one earned run in seven innings (not his error, though, so I don’t mind citing it), lowering the Rangers’ rotation’s ERA to 1.67, which is the best in baseball. This is obviously not your older brothers’ Rangers team.  Well, the part where they scored a bunch of runs is, anyway. Either way, the fact that, bullpen woes notwithstanding, the Rangers have maintained last year’s great leap forward in pitching is a good sign in the early going. As is the fact that Vladimir Guerrero is hitting .500.

Red Sox 8, Royals 6: Pedroia went 4 for 5 with a homer and the rest of the Sox joined in pounding Gil Meche (3.1 IP, 8 H, 7 ER). The offense was needed as Clay Buchholz labored, with his line (5 IP, 7 H, 2 ER) looking far more impressive than his actual pitching did. As Drew noted yesterday, Jacoby Ellsbury hurt his ribs when Adrian Beltre collided with them, but he looks like he’s going to be OK sooner rather than later.

Rockies 4, Padres 2: Ubaldo Jiminez allowed two runs and seven hits while striking out seven, the day after these two teams played 14 innings. Nice bounce back for Colorado, who clearly had better supplies of Red Bull or Mountain Dew whatever it the kids take these days now that the pep pills aren’t allowed.

White Sox 5, Twins 4: J.J. Hardy was thrown out at home to end it and the Twins twice gave up two-run leads, but no one is going to be thinking about this much today given that it’s Happy New Ballpark Day in Minnesota.

Yankees 7, Rays 3: I can’t decide if I hate the Tropicana roof more or if I hate the blue Rays’ blue Sunday jerseys more. They’re both pretty heinous, truth be told.  The Yankees got bent out of shape when Evan Longoria’s single bouncing off a catwalk, but given that they just went 4-2 on the road against the Rays and Red Sox in the first week of the season, I think they’ll chill out about it.

Reds 3, Cubs 1: Wild thing, I think you move me.  Mike Leake’s debut: 6.2 IP, 4 H, 1 ER, 7 BB.  Yes, seven, and a wild pitch on top of it. He somehow survived, and went 2 for 2 at the plate to boot. His biggest trouble came in the first inning. I’ll let Lou Piniella describe it for us: “We had the bases loaded and the meat part of our lineup coming up, and
the kid wiggled out of it.”  Meat part?

Nationals 5, Mets 2: I got a good view of Citi Field out the window of my plane as it landed yesterday. It was only slightly more lifeless at 8PM as it was earlier in the day. A grand slam and an RBI double for Josh Willingham took care of all the Nats’ offense. The homer was great, though. Because the umps initially said the ball was in play, Adam Dunn, who had been on first, came barreling into Rod Barajas at the plate. The call was overturned on review, which meant that Dunn barreled a guy over on a homer. He should just start doing that even on his own home runs. Know what else was cool? Seven shutout innings from Livan Hernandez. Of course whether you find that cool or not probably depends on how much you care for the Mets.

Marlins 6, Dodgers 5: A double and a home run led to five RBI for Jorge Cantu. The Dodgers led 4-0 at one point. Dodgers’ starter Charlie Haeger has 12 Ks in six innings. He’s also a knuckleballer. 2:1 K:IP ratios and knuckleballers are both pretty cool things, even in defeat.

  1. Charles Gates - Apr 12, 2010 at 9:00 AM

    Any chance your work related travels take you near Philly the last weekend in June?
    he plays like he hasn’t slept in four days
    Weird, I would interpret this as: lethargic. Not like someone who cruches up No-Doz pills, mixes them into a Red Bull, drinks, repeats, then plays baseball. I would think a better description would be, ‘He plays like he just woke up from a long nap, felt rested, rejuvenated, and ready to play.’

  2. Dignan - Apr 12, 2010 at 9:04 AM

    Referencing both The Princess Bride and Cannonball Run. Wow. This is why I keep coming back.

  3. Josh - Apr 12, 2010 at 9:08 AM

    In your Mets recap, aren’t you conveeeeniently forgetting the part where Francouer absolutely HOSED Dunn at home plate with a perfect throw from deep RF? The Nats announcers, well actually just Rob Dibble, were like “Even Francouer’s great arm can’t save this run…” and then he threw Fat Boy out by two steps. I mean, yes, it was Adam Dunn and he isn’t very fast. But wow, what a throw. And Barajas got out of the way and still made the tag!

  4. James - Apr 12, 2010 at 9:34 AM

    I can’t believe you went to Booby Vs and didnt order the Quesedilla Bobby Bonilla. It’s worth it just to say it out loud…

  5. James - Apr 12, 2010 at 9:37 AM

    I can’t believe you went to Bobby V’s and didn’t order the Quesedilla Bobby Bonilla!

  6. Old Gator - Apr 12, 2010 at 10:18 AM

    That cockamamie business trip that took you out of the action all weekend cost you a look at the nice steady dwindling of the Feesh audience – the second day’s announcement of 25,000-plus was counting ghosts of absent season ticket holders again after a middling large bunch on Friday got to watch the bullpen in all its funk and gory. Yesterday, a training drizzle – the real late spring rains don’t start for a couple more weeks – and the usual lack of novelty value looked like it had reduced the crowd to a standard weekend non-Borg or Mutts size, with vast arcs of orange visible above the outfield. Ah well. On paper it says the Feesh took two games to the Bums’ one but you had to watch the arson squad doing its best to hand back each game. I don’t know if they’re already compiling statistics about whose staff has issued the most walks but we’ve gotta be right up there. Later in the season, when the hitters get their footing, it’s going to be even uglier than it was on Friday night if Larry Beinfest doesn’t find us some help, and even Jorge Cantu playing like anew model Tyrrel replicant with turbo boost, as he is now, won’t be enough to carry the team anymore.
    Fortunately, Craig, I take my responsibilities very seriously and have been saving my on-the-scene opening night opus for your return. It’ll be just like being there, except you can get right to the urinals if you need to. Here, ladies of character emeritus and seagrape jellyspoons, is the Feesh opening night mise-en-scene:
    Friday’s lead banner for the newspaper once recognizable as the Miami Herald blurted “Fish Fever!” to announce opening day. One assumes that the pathogens causing Feesh Fever, two closely related parasites classified as Cheapskatus loriansis and C. chihuahuatrophus, are also closely related to the pathogens that cause 24-hour stomach viruses. Subjecting the Feesh payrol to electron microscopy may someday prove or disprove that, but that the etiology of Feesh Fever closely parallels that of the 24-hour “bug” is undeniable: 30,000 fans show up for one night, watch the bullpen turn a brushfire into a bonfire, barf up their beer, go home, feel better the next morning, half as many appear the next day, and then all but maybe 3000 chronic cases
    show up again until opening day a year later.
    On a night when rain was predicted but didn’t happen – it’s just a little bit too early in the season for the meteorological festivities to begin – the first (we’re told) five thousand fans received duplicates of the crass diamond studded “.342” pendant that Scrooge McLoria got made for Hanley Ramirez, who keeps it in his vault rather than be caught dead wearing it. I was probably number 5001, but that’s okay. I was about to help myself to one of Joeprodolsharklife Stadium’s monstrously overpriced superfund sites on a bun and a diet coke priced at the last OPEC meeting in Caracas when I spotted the Hebrew National hot dog cart and paid even more to fertilize my tumor garden for an offal tube as badly colorized as an old movie on Turner Film Classics. Well, there were peanuts – and even Wayne Huizinga’s provisioners couldn’t screw them up too much, although I have always wondered how they got the salt inside the peanut shells. However they do it, I hope the Tylenol Killer never learns their secret.
    The closest thing the Feesh have to a graying eminence, Andre Dawson, threw out the first peetch to some enthusiastic cheers. When the Feesh were introduced and lined up along the first base line, however, the bullpen – especially Renyel Pinto – were showered with boos. I had to look around to be sure that some of the petroleum byproducts in my diet coke or near-molecular cousins of arsenic on the dead cow meat on my bun hadn’t caused me to hallucinate that I was in Feeladelphia with Feelies fans showing off the expended half-lives of their upbringings by booing, say, Mike Schmidt on Old Timer’s Day. But no, I hadn’t fallen through stargate or anything like that. It was just a lot of fed-up Feesh fans letting Scrooge McLoria know what we thought of his pinchpenny bullpen. Arthur C. Clark proposed in Childhood’s End that we all suffer from foreknowledge of the apocalypse in a universe where time is circular, and I suspect, based upon what happened during the late innings of the game, that he might have been right. But let me not get too far ahead of – or maybe behind – myself. We suffered through a typically overblown rendition of the unsingable musical atrocity known as the National Anthumb and then the season, finally, was underway in the turgid air of Macondo.
    The game unfolded as a wonderful pitching duel between Chris Volstad and Kuroda Hiroki-san; the Feesh drew a pinprick of blood in the sixth on a Bum error and then a hit by Jorge Cantu but Volstad kept his shutout intact until Manny, being Manny, rifled a double off Volstad to open the seventh. Then the wheels came off, with Hanley Ramirez reverting to the fielding form that had to be overlooked to award him Rookie of the Year status a few seasons back with his ill-advised attempt to make an off-balance throw to second winding up in right field and allowing two runs to score (see my remarks about ill-advised off balance throws in my commentary on Craig’s season-opening evaluation of the Feesh last week). Volstad was charged with four runs, three earned.
    But the real fun began in the ninth inning when Jose Veras walked Martin to open the inning and Furcal doubled him to third an out later; then the beloved Renyel Pinto came in and served up a fat juicy double to Loney and a bloop single by Manny. So it goes. The Feesh mounted one of their patented almost-comebacks in the ninth and fizzled out with two runners on base. I was listening to this on my car radio at that point because a tsunami of fans had already begun surging towards the parking lot the moment Pinto’s name was announced, and I wanted to try out my new surfboard.
    I’m not sure when the next promotion day is at Joeprodolsharklife Stadium, but I have a great idea for it: the first 1,500 fans (which will be pretty much the entire attendance by that point) should be given teal-colored five gallon plastic gas cans with the Feesh logo on one side and a group portrait of the bullpen arson squad on the other. We’re only a few weeks away from the start of hurricane season and those cans will come in useful for storing generator fuel in the garage.
    Looking ahead to this soggy evening’s fare, courtesy of my relict Reds fan pal from his exile in Spearfish, South Dakota: Just in case you were wondering, from the Reds webpage, this headliner: “Baker not taking Marlins lightly.”

  7. jimmy marlins fan - Apr 12, 2010 at 10:49 AM

    old gator, you are way to hard on loria and please stop referrng to the team as the “feesh” it makes your small novels a struggle to get through

  8. YankeesfanLen - Apr 12, 2010 at 11:23 AM

    They’re not “small novels”, Jimmy, they’re modern O. Henry short stories about baseball.
    We have fun around here, even with the Captcha: the leotards. This must not pertain to CC Sabathia

  9. Old Gator - Apr 12, 2010 at 12:17 PM

    I prefer to think of them as protracted Borgesian ficciones, which a healthy shot of Firesign Theater. Apparently, these were before Jimmy’s time, but if he remains as enthusiastic about the Feesh as he is now, he will grow old in a hurry.
    Incidentally, Mo and Charles, if you guys are lurking out there anyplace, here’s something funny I only recently found out: just before the four mad geniuses who formed The Firesign Theater so designated themselves, they collaborated on a radio play for NPR based on Borges’ “La muerte y la brujula.” I’m now going back systematically through the fab quaternity’s albums “re-reading” them in Borgesian terms. I plan to deliver an extensive analysis based on this odd little exercise next year at the Association for Popular Culture’s annual convention in San Antonio. Should be a hoot; at the very least it will give me constructive to do during the offseason when everyone else around here has retreated into the twilight zone of Firepit Baseball.

  10. BC - Apr 12, 2010 at 12:22 PM

    Mets’ new theme song:

  11. BC - Apr 12, 2010 at 12:22 PM

    Mets’ new theme song:

  12. Charles Gates - Apr 12, 2010 at 12:34 PM

    Guy Noir: gone downhill faster than the Feesh’s chance of winning after the cowpen enters the game in relief? Or only began funny because the first time I heard A Prairie Home Companion I was much younger, and without my developed sense of taste? (Or, the last few times I’ve caught the show on the radio, Mr. Kellior literally broke a leg upon entering the stage).
    Speaking of good taste, split my first dozen Old Bay covered Maryland blue crabs last weekend with the Finance. Still can’t figure eating those delicious rats-o’-the-sea in garlic and oil a la vodka. And, yes, we had a few Bud longnecks to go along with them.
    recaptcha: he crusties

  13. Old Gator - Apr 12, 2010 at 12:42 PM

    Hope you checked ’em for Pfiesteria first, or you wind up turning slowly into a dinoflagellant like Wikus into a prawn in District Nine. Anyway, stone crab season still has a month to go, and it’s time to change the carborundum spike on my crab hammer again. These, we eat with mustard sauce. But I’ll still take the garlic but…er, garlic Smart Balance sauce on the blues. At least I know if I check my blood pressure after a meal of that stuff, I won’t be redlining.

  14. Tom in Newark - Apr 12, 2010 at 12:48 PM

    the unearned run Halladay gave up was unearned because of his own damn error shows you just how ridiculous the earned/unearned rules are. In a fair and just world Halladay and any other pitcher who does that should be charged with the run.
    Craig, there is a gaping hole in your argument – Earned Runs are a pitching stastic, period. How one fields has no bearing on ERA, nor should it. If we use your logic, it’s a slippery slope to handing out earned runs for unbelievable catches made in the outfield, or base running blunders. While we are at, Ryan Howard is hot….why should opposing picthers be penalized for facing him right now? Lets give 1/2 an earned run on each homer he hits.
    Halladay made a bone headed fielding play? Then knock him down points for the Gold Glove award.

  15. Jeff - Apr 12, 2010 at 1:00 PM

    People look at ERA as a pitching stat, not a combined personal responsibility stat. Charging a pitcher for runs caused by his own fielding error would corrupt the stat. He already gets charged an error, same as any other fielder. Leave it at that.

  16. Craig Calcaterra - Apr 12, 2010 at 1:04 PM

    I’m not suggesting that we change ERA. Just that we lean less on it as an evaluation of a pitcher than we do now. If a pitcher is a bad defender (not saying Halladay is, just generally speaking), it will impact his overall value and that’s not captured in ERA.

  17. APBA Guy - Apr 12, 2010 at 1:35 PM

    Craig, no love for the A’s in first? You have to note such things, since it won’t last.
    Shockingly,, the A’s took two of three from the Angels this weekend, who can normally be relied upon to spank the A’s like the entertainment at a Republican donor night out.
    Both wins were manifestations of Beane-vision, the ability to dream and make it so. Friday’s game was the best example, with the A’s hammering emergency Angel’s starter Matt Palmer (in for the again injured Scott Kazmir).
    But the real shocker was the depleted Angels iffy play: the outfield has no range in the corners (Abreu and Rivera)and defensively second and third look, shall we say, unsettled. Indeed since signing Abreu to a two-year extension he seems to have celebrated by moving in with Ben & Jerry. He can still hit an average fastball at or above his ample waist. But anything hard and low is more than a challenge.
    The Angel’s once celebrated bullpen is , ahem, still finding it’s footing. Jason Bulger did his best imitation of Jason Motte by throwing the same pitch over and over to the same hitter with the same result: home run, in this case by Chad Pennington.
    The A’s held the Angels to 4,4,and 4 runs while scoring 10, 3, and 9. Both A’s losses this year are Ben Sheets starts, meaning he can’t yet match form with the opposition #1 starter, but the A’s are doing well against 2-5. Although for how long is anyone’s guess.
    The Angels have issues. Getting Kazmir back will be big, but Piniero in the AL is not the same as Piniero in the NL, even in the AL West. ANd he was never John Lackey. Matsui is doing well, certainly hitting th eball harder than Vlad did last year. But their bullpen might require Old Gator to truly describe their futility.
    The biggest problem is the outfield defense. Torii Hunter can’t play foul-line to foul-line, even though he tries. If they are only going to score 4 runs a game, they have to do a better job holding the opposition. The wins will begin to accumulate once Morales starts hitting, but I’m not sure the pace of winning will match what we’ve come to expect. With Texas moving Feliz to closer (they’d be 5-1 with efficient 9th inning work), they look like the favorites in the West.
    The A’s are on the road in Seattle for their next 3. Seattle is 26th with a .612 OPS and will face Duke, Brett Anderson, and Gio Gonzalez. They face Rowland-Smith, Fister, and Vargas, or Larry, Mo and Curly, unless you’re sensitive about insulting Curly. The A’s could win this series also, and come out of Seattle 7-3. Amazing.

  18. Old Gator - Apr 12, 2010 at 2:41 PM

    You know what, Charles? You’ve inspired me today. Wikus turning into a prawn. We’ve needed a term to describe Feesh fans – and I think we’ve got it. Prawns, you know, like Rush’s Dittoheads and Jim Rome’s Clones. Okay, I need to find a chain of overlapping metaphors that lead us naturally from the existential condition of being a Feesh fan, with all that entails, to….Prawn. I’ve got a research trip to the archives of western American literature at Texas State University coming up this week. I’ll just take along some Kobo Abe short stories and the mix should do it.
    Jimmy, if you find yourself being referred to as a Prawn henceforth, don’t take it personally. I promise you, first of all, that I’ll have an illogical justification for it, the term will be suffused with the compassion of the Tathagata’s very tears, and rooting for the Feesh virtually guarantees that you won’t be herded into an overcrowded environment like District Nine.

  19. jimmy marlins fan - Apr 12, 2010 at 3:24 PM

    old gator, ive been a die hard since 91…my enthusiam for my baseball shall never want or grow old as to me, baseball is the ultimate kids game, played by men, who are paid like gods
    i dont mind your reference to baseball that lie outside the game…in fact i rather enjoy looking outside the box of normality to describe the past time of america
    but i loathe seeing “feesh”…fair enough? i loathe seeing scrooge mcloria as ive met the man and he was very kind and thoughtful and gave a good handshake(for whatever that is worth)…point being…mr loria is no better or worse than any other owner in baseball so i just wish that everyone would lay off the man
    ps…3 outta 4 from the red stockings and we are certified off to a good start despite some glaring holes…i feel getting brian sanches back soon will help the pen mightily

  20. Charles Gates - Apr 12, 2010 at 4:00 PM

    I’m honored, yet admittedly scared, slightly so, as in I wonder what else I’ve inspired you to think about.
    Ok, so I can see how ‘prawn’ works. You’ve just got to figure out how that pesky R got stuck in the middle. Sans R, Scrooge McLoria has the same label for ’em.
    The interweb information god, read: Wikipedia, says this about one of my favorite little appetizers, ‘Unlike almost all other decapods, prawns do not brood their eggs on the pleopods, but release the eggs into the water after fertilization.’ I’m confident you have the stronger ability to turn that little info-nugget into a better baseball metaphor than I.
    Of course, minus the different gill structure relative to shrimp, which I have great recipes for both the steamed and bbq-grilled variety, Prawn seems to lend itself well to a good roll call, Bubba from Forrest Gump styled, for all of the different types of Feesh fans in the sea.

  21. Old Gator - Apr 12, 2010 at 5:41 PM

    As I’ve said before, I’m impressed by your enthusiasm. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to subvert it, except to the extent that you wax hyperbolic about their chances in a league with two solid teams that are demonstrably better, one that’s a tossup and only one demonstrably worse. I’ve met Scrooge McLoria too, on several occasions, and like any successful businessman he’s an accomplished gladhander. I was also sitting about three rows behind his field box when J. T. Snow crashed into Pudge at home plate with the force of the K/T meteorite and the look on his face when Pudge’s hand shot up still clutching that ball was pure, childlike ecstasy. I suppose the look on mine must have been pretty similar.
    But, not to put too fine a point on it, so what? Last week when team profitability rankings were published, guess who was sitting pretty on top of the heap? The Brahmins of the Bronx with their dedicated Borg network? Nope. The oil magnates from Tejas? Nope. Well, perhaps then some big market team from the West Coast or…nope. It was none other than Mr. Market Adjustment himself, the nappy little planarian who admirals the Feesh, Scrooge McLoria. You don’t seem to want to come to terms with how impecuniously your boy Scrooge, with more disposable income at his command than the freaking Steinbrenners, has nickled and dimed this franchise into steady-state mediocrity. Just imagine where they would have finished last year with a decent reliever on the staff. I can’t recall the exact number of games they blew last year when leading as late as the seventh inning but if they hold maybe a third of those blown leads they’re in the playoffs. I don’t give McLoria and the Chihuahua credit for what might have been, and neither should you. Fact is, it wasn’t.
    Now if you want to go ahead and blame the local fans for failing to get enthusiastic about being pissed on from on high while most other teams are out there making the investments they need to make to get over the top, while Scrooge McLoria needs the union holding a gun to his head to dig up his treasure chest and cough up a few doubloons to the guys who have long since earned them, be my guest. I plan to continue rooting for these guys but, with the exception of my ritual opening day appearance, not to the extent of helping to fill Scrooge’s ermine-lined pockets for him. I won’t be going to bed anytime soon riddled with guilt about it, either.
    One last point: I don’t tell you how or what to write. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t come on here behaving as though you had the right to tell me how. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m likely to ignore it anyway.

  22. JRH17 - Apr 13, 2010 at 12:40 PM

    Your allusion to the Princess Bride in the Indians recap was priceless. Well done.

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