photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein
What the bloody heck was that game?
Pudge and catcher’s interference calls are NOT best friends this season. And I know he’s always been a bit… well, a bit quick off the handle, but does it seem to anyone else like he’s been particularly short of temper lately? It just seems like it’s been happening an awful lot in recent games. I suppose some of that could be the fact that umpires appear to be gunning for the Tigers this season.
Really, do the Tigers have the backs of their uniforms printed in umpire-visible-only ink with a message saying “YOUR MANHOOD IS VERY SMALL AND I LAUGH”? I begin to wonder. Possibly Pudge wonders as well, and all the speculating and thinking is making him irritable (as it would most ballplayers, of course), and that would cause the rageful outbursts.
In a way we can’t really afford the suspension that is no doubt going to be handed down as a result of his little fit today, but on the other hand it’ll be a short enforced period of rest, and we ALL know how hard it is to get Pudge out of the lineup normally, as he labors under the belief that baseball will stop existing if he touches one sacred catching butt-cheek to the bench or something.
Since he IS in fact an aging catcher, the rest will do him good. Probably. Or let him stew and make him more irate in the end. Either way, interesting things should come of it.
As for the Mariners’ scoring play, I don’t even know what to say. Beltre’s two-run single was without doubt. That would have tied the game, and the Tigers could have very well gone on to lose, so you can’t say that the Mariners didn’t REALLY deserve this one… but…
WHAT WAS THAT THIRD RUN? It went, more or less, like this:
Bases loaded, two outs. Beltre hits a two-run single.
Beltre tries to stretch his single into a double.
Rabelo threw to Carlos, who was covering second.
Beltre was safe, then overslid the bag.
Carlos attempted to tag him, apparently missing three (!!) times.
The play… somehow… continued.
Carlos, possibly confused about the continued live nature of the play, dropped the baseball.
Beltre went to third and pushed across that crucial 3rd run.
So that’s a single, two RBI, an advancement to third on an error, and a… I don’t know how they scored his arrival at second base. A steal? A magical stat pony?
Bleargh. Don’t want to think about it. Instead, think about this ad for Mariners baseball that I saw at the tail end of the broadcast today.
It shows JJ Putz and George Sherrill sitting on what is presumably a bullpen bench, looking away from one another and seeming contemplative.
PUTZ: “George, you know how they say baseball is a thinking man’s game?”
PUTZ: “You think that’s true?”
SHERRILL: *slow glance over at Putz*
When I think about the Mariners, THAT is what I want to think about. A little cute, a little sad, a little bumbling, a little…. oh, who am I kidding. When I think about the Mariners I want to think about Ichiro. Same as you all, if your minds are on properly.
NOTE: Gonna be on the Cape this weekend (Cape League baseball! eee! relaxing on the beach! eee! ….more relaxing on the beach! eee!), so while I think I might have internet, updates may be spotty. I might pop in, but don’t surprised if there’s minimal action here ’til Monday.