I watched the game tonight, and after Alex Rodriguez’s home run – the third of the night from the Yankees – I pretty much had it figured out. And so did Jarrod Washburn. There was a pause in game play where the cameras were on him, and the expression on his face as he stared at the outfield was that of a pitcher who knew that once again, he was going to have to say goodbye to any chance he might have had at a win tally because his guys simply weren’t backing him up. Could he have pitched better? Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps there was a way that he couldn’t have given up the three homers (two of them solo) that sealed our fate, but I’m more frustrated with our offense this evening than I ever have been so far this year. Miguel Batista pitched a nice 8th (yes, I said it), and just like last night, Mariano Rivera came in to put the last nail into our coffin. We are now 2-3 on this trip. Not exactly terrible, but certainly not what I’d prefer (I’m guessing I’m not alone). We have 4 more games to salvage some dignity. Vargas on the hill tomorrow, so who knows what will happen there, and Boston faces…well, not Bedard. I guess Felix and Olson will be thrown in there somehow. I’d go look it up, but I’m too annoyed right now. Better luck to my buddies in the ECS, gearing up for the US Open Cup game in Portland at PGE as we speak. I can hear the singing on FSN already.
AP photo courtesy Rex Arbogast
I won’t be able to watch or probably even post about the game tomorrow night, as I will be taking WSF to Bremerton to chill at a friend’s house for the weekend. But I will be sitting on the upper deck, unwinding from my work week with a beer, listening to the game on headphones as I travel across the Sound, and cursing the day I was born.
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