Well, it was fun waiting two extra hours for that.
I'd forgotten how insane this park is — shots flying to the gap like they're tennis balls, and just when you get used to that you get bled to death by loopers that drop right behind the infielders because the shell-shocked outfielders have retreated to Kansas. When we turned it on for that one inning, it sure looked like we were in for a 15-14 barn burner — hopefully one without Dante Bichette pumping his fist at 3 a.m., but I guess that was all we had in the tank. Oh, and I'm particularly bitter about not laying even a pinkie on the loathsome Mike DeJean, one player the home fans should be not just allowed but even encouraged to boo.
Here's hoping we get some Sherpas to take the boys back to their hotel rooms, they acclimate and come out looking a little more fierce tomorrow night. Though I keep reminding myself that it's Coors Field, and all our pitchers get a pass for most any misdeed committed here — even TMB or (gulp) Ishii.
Of course after these three we're headed to another pinball machine of a ballpark….
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