Aw Geez


Just when I was about to anoint Scott Rolen and his gap hit that scored two runs as the Messiah of Offense, David Eckstein couldn't seem handle a very routine DP that little Scottie Downs induced (Eck's second E of the game). Scottie continued to wonder, "WTF just happened?" while he gave up a whole bunch of other runs to the Royals. And I began to call for the Messiah of Defense, J effin' Mac. And when I say call, I mean wail and chant his name.


JMac would have totally made that play, and if he hadn't, we all know he would have opened his stomach and spilled his guts as sacrifice for failure to execute his mission, bringing shame to his legion. And we all would have felt better, because that's some urgency that Halladay was talking about. Entrails on second base are totally urgent.


AJ, as if it somehow matters, had his curve working and was kind of awesome. He did balk twice, once for sure and the other, maybe. But neither amounted to anything, and it's not like he balked in a run. Rod Barajas made a very nice pick off, fake out of Tony Pena's kid on third. AJ applauding him was amusing.


Uncle Fletch, with his catcher knowledge, was also amusing. His comment about pitch selection discussions with a pitcher, in which Fletch says, " How about something off speed, or this or that?" and the pitcher says, "How 'bout you go back behind the dish, give me a target and I hump a fastball down the pipe?" made me wish I had the mound miked. As were his comments about AJ's pitch selections, along the lines of "Oh God, not that pitch". And Fletch's comments about AJ's 118 pitch through 5 outing versus Detroit as being "just not efficient enough" were also gold. Uncle Fletch is the polar opposite of Rance.