photo by Samara Pearlstein
No sense in beating around the outfield shrubbery here: Brandon Inge has a broken bone in his hand and will miss 4-6 weeks.
In case you missed it, he tripled early in the game. It was majestic, spectacular, awe-inspiring, etc. Actually it bounced out of Nelson Cruz’s glove against the wall, but nobody should feel bad about that. Yesterday the Racist Logos got an inside-the-park home run when Rhino fell through an unlocked door. So it goes.
Anyways, his next time up, Inge got hit in the hand. I don’t know if Feldman was pitching him inside because of the triple, or if he just lost all semblance of control, but it was a 90+ mph fastball and it got Inge just below his left pinky finger. He reacted badly right away but went to first, where he refused to touch it and tried to act like a manly man. When they finally got him out of the game, they immediately sent him off for X-rays, which revealed the break.
Now is the hour of Don Kelly’s awakening. But I cannot even get properly fake-excited about this, because NO NOT OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE BRANDON INGE, NOOOOOO.
THEN Austin Jackson slammed a baseball back up the middle, right into the head of Rangers reliever Dustin Nippert. Scary stuff, and Dustin Nippert was all: sadface.
They took him to the hospital as a precaution, but he never lost consciousness and the Rangers training staff apparently thinks he’s going to be OK. This is, of course, extremely lucky. It could have been a whole lot worse.
Then poor Enrique Gonzalez, who had been up in the THIRD INNING when Bondo was struggling, had to stand up and pitch the 14th. Of course he struggled and lost it. He had started warming up literally hours before! What did we think was going to happen, miracles and rainshowers of candy? NO. NO CANDY AT ALL.
PS: Andy Oliver out, Arrrrrrrmando in.
PPS: Happy birthday, Phil Coke. Sorry nobody could get you a win on your special day. At least you personally did not give up any runs?