photo by Samara Pearlstein
By which I mean, that game was messy and awkward and weird. But I also mean: YAY SEAGULLS!
I can’t be the only one who spent much of the game utterly charmed by the large flock of seagulls that decided to camp in the outfield. If you didn’t see the game or were watching another broadcast that didn’t mention them…. well, there was a large flock of seagulls that spent much of the game camping in the outfield. Or flying in front of the cameras. At one point one of them walked sedately across the infield between the pitching mound and home plate as though it hadn’t a care in the world. Obviously these were hardened baseball seagulls, because the fact that they were in the middle of a huge group of screaming people, with people running around near them and balls flying at them did not seem to bother them in the slightest.
I’ve seen mourning doves land on the field during games before. I even once saw a couple of them getting fed by bored bench players on the edge of the dugout in Fenway. But mourning doves are incredibly stupid birds, and seagulls are a little more…. well, not exactly intelligent, but at least more ‘with it’. I was surprised to see them all out there.
Surprised and pleased, because it provided distraction from the fact that Bondo had serious issues in the first inning AGAIN, although he got out of it with only one weirdly acquired run that wasn’t entirely his fault. That didn’t stop him from throwing a billion pitches and struggling to find the strikezone and throwing a billion more pitches.
Ninety-two pitches over 6 innings? Bondo, babe, Chad Durbin threw less than that over 8-and-two-batters last night. Chad Durbin =/= Jeremy Bonderman but, y’know, I thought Bondo was the better half of that equation. Am I mistaken? MY WORLDVIEW IS CRUMBLING DOWN AROUND ME.
Luckily for us all, the usual suspects were up to their usual tricks. Pudge, Guillen, and MOST ESPECIALLY Placido Polanco were handy with the bat, and they managed to give us enough of a cushion to survive the treacherous trail that is the bullpen these days. Rollercoaster Jones was his usual rollercoaster self, but this time ended it on an upswing.
FERNANDO RODNEY IS PANTS. I nearly blew a blood vessel when he gave up that blast. Er, is that an inappropriate joke to make on a team that saw both Kenny Rogers and Craig Dingman actually blow out blood vessels? Ah well.
Anyways. A win is a win. Tomorrow is the Tiger Cub vs. Methuselah, so that should be interesting. We might get blown out of the water, but it should be interesting regardless of how it goes down.