You ain't missing nothing, pal. Though if I'd been wearing a tie to watch last night's game, at least I could have used it to choke myself until I passed out. While unconscious, I might have dreamed of nicer things. Like a team that can hit.
OK, that's a bit of an overreaction. Victor pitched very well, injuries scuttled Willie's planned lineup changes (Cameron to lead off, Reyes to hit second — hey, it's a start), and things were closely fought. Zambrano almost turned Kotsay's comebacker into a double play instead of a fielder's choice — and I don't mean that in a Glavinesque plays-you'd-like-to-see-made way, as it was a hard shot. Then Floyd was helpless on Crosby's little flare that brought in Scutaro with the first run. Diaz looked ghastly on a couple of routes to balls, but made the plays. Wright, Mientkiewicz and Reyes combined for a brief little comeback in the 7th to even things once again. Ring was terrific in erasing Chavez in the 8th and made an awfully good 3-2 pitch — just off the plate, alas — to Kielty in the 9th. Even if one could argue he shouldn't have been facing the righty in that spot.
Of course, when you score two runs, it's horseshoes and hand grenades. No need for a memo or a follow-up visit to the therapist, just a loss. How sad is it that the bright side of last night's game is that it was “just” a loss?
Benson/Glynn in a couple of hours. I wonder what the lineup will be. I wonder what the lineup can be.