The best part about tonight’s game was the fact that Tom took the time to thoughtfully make me barbecued pork ribs, coleslaw, and German potato salad for dinner. That’s it. I cannot really say anything positive about anything else actually having to do with baseball.
I don’t mean to sound cranky, but we lost a game to the Kansas City Royals with Doug Fister on the hill. Fister gave up 5 runs, all earned. He and Bruce Chen both had similar pitching lines – so if we had been batting against Doug Fister, we would have had approximately the same results. I guess I hope that Doug Fister doesn’t get traded to the Royals this year. I don’t know why the game was allowed to continue into the 8th inning, when it was already pretty much lost after it would have been a legal full game anyway, and playing in rain that was coming down in quantity enough to have possibly been dangerous. All in all, it’s games like this that severely reduce my motivation to write about or watch games like this.
Good news, though, at least insofar as I can find it: Franklin Gutierrez will actually start his rehab in High Desert California, rather than in Tacoma this weekend. I don’t currently have the cash available to go to a game in Tacoma, but toward next weekend I might find such behavior more acceptable (closer to pay day), and might be able to skip down to our sister city to the south. If it’s going to be a midweek game, it might be a more difficult thing to set up, but we’ll see. I haven’t been to Cheney yet even to take pictures (which I really meant to do, but just couldn’t find the time), and hey, it’s Franklin Gutierrez.
I don’t know where I was going with this. Baseball has not been kind to me today. At least we weren’t shutout…