photo illustration by Samara Pearlstein
I blame Zumaya. I mean, I don’t want to have to blame the kid. Why play the blame game at all? Possibly because I AM BUT A FAN AND I REQUIRE AN OUTLET FOR MY AWESOME RAGE.
Rage isn’t even the proper word. I’m pretty sure rage doesn’t include things like resignation, and sadness, and neurotic concern, and exhaustion… ‘though that last is just an artifact of my schedule, so I guess you can discount that one.
You can’t blame Miner. The poor guy pitched 2.1 innings and got stuck with the loss because stupid Casey Blake was stupid in his stupid Casey Blake face. That’s not rational and reasoned baseball analysis but a Casey Blake walkoff in the middle of a kind of last-ditch playoff push deserves nothing of the sort.
If Miner was more inconsistent than he was this game, even that would be understandable. He, like Durbin, has bounced around between the starting and relieving worlds so much that it’s a wonder he can even stand upright on the mound without wobbling.
Zoom? Zoom has no excuse. Sure, it was just a bad game. But this time of year, there are no “JUST BAD GAMES”. There are games so bad that you want to tear out your own hair and the hair of everyone involved in the game… and there are games that are pretty good. THIS WAS THE FORMER SORT OF GAME.
At least Kenny looked good? At least we’ve got that going for us?