photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein
Of Jack Cust’s home run, Rod Allen said, “SICK home run, SICK.” I wholeheartedly agree with these sentiments, mainly because the home run did indeed make me feel sick. The one immediately following it did not much help matters.
I understand that all the other kinds of hits and runs that victimized VV are also bad, but those big flying taters were probably the most demoralizing for him. There’s something about seeing a ball soar up and smack into a home run territory wall… something likely to traumatize a young pitcher if he’s not careful (or even an old pitcher. See Lidge, Brad).
How is it that Marco Scutaro can two-hop a “throw” to first and still get Magglio out? Ugliest damn throw I’ve seen in ages, and it’s an out. Who does that?
When Huston Street’s pitch deflected off of Carlos’ bat and smacked into his Surgically Repaired Knee, I got panicky. Must protect players! With hugs!
Knowing the whole time that the Racist Logos had come from behind and blasted up some points and won right before this game did not help my mental state while watching it.
They made it squeaky-close in the end, but that just wasn’t enough. Not enough… I feel like I’m saying that rather a lot these days, and I don’t like it.
Then, you know, stuff happened, the game went on, and on, and I’m really frazzled and tired from move-in, and I need to get up early tomorrow for FOOTBALL, and a walk-off Athletics win was just… not what I wanted to see. You know?
Anyways. Be sure to take note of Billfer’s post here about Tigers bloggers night at the ballpark. I will be there and Matt will be there, so MVN will be gloriously represented. Billfer has some extra tickets, and if you would like to join us, contact him! Sit with Tigers bloggers! Rejoice with me as I cheerfully skip class only two weeks in!