So it turns out that the tree pollen count in the area is skyrocketing, and my histamine system is a hater of the tree pollen. I went to SafeCo today, but all hopped up on generic Claritin and lacking sunglasses is no way to watch a mid-day baseball game in partial sun. I spent some time in my actual seats, then went downstairs for a while and Tom and I grabbed a beer and game- and people-watched until the bottom of the 8th, when we decided to get up to the main concourse and sort of walk off the remainder of the thing while getting into position to make a run for the gates and car. We stood near section 134 and watched Adam Kennedy hit his home run (right after, I don’t mind telling you, I said to Tom “I’d be shocked if they hit anything off this guy.”), and then to see Milton Bradley swing at anything that squirreled it’s way into his line of sight, then, unceremoniously, the final out of the inning, giving the Tigers the series.
I hear I missed a great one last night, while I was trying to sleep off my allergies (go ahead, laugh – I thought I was sick). And maybe it wasn’t even great – maybe the Tigers pitching folded, or their defense was just having a terrible night. Maybe we didn’t technically “deserve” the win. But it was a win, and I missed it.
Erik Bedard today gave the Tigers all three of the runs they obtained, and David Pauley was thankfully able to come in for some very effective long relief in the 6th, where he stayed for the remainder of the game, not allowing Detroit to score anymore. Our defense was decent – outside of some Chone Figgins…what would you call it? It looked lazy to me, or maybe it was just slow, I don’t know. What I can tell you is that just about any other third baseman would have at least tried to make the two plays today that Figgins just sort of let roll. Even Jose Lopez would have at least given it a shot to throw to first. I’m going to stop here, because allergy medicine and my growing headache are just making me mean, and I don’t like being mean here, even though I really probably should. Figgins should have made or at least tried to make those plays, but he held onto the ball and just went limp, as if the potential for making them never existed. The crowd let him know, too. But outside of Figgins, the defense was alright, there were no Vaudevillian misses or fumbles, no losing the ball in the sun or not diving for it well enough. Bedard just wasn’t hitting his mark, and from where I was sitting, it looked like most of his pitches were going downward, as if he was throwing sliders every time, and not very good ones. The batters got wise to it, and we lost.
It was nice to see this Carlos Peguero fellow, even though he was never really given the opportunity to do much fancy in the way of defense, and that whole 0-for-4 thing…we matched the Tigers hits, just couldn’t drive anything in to save the game. Unfortunate. I really do try to stay positive here. I love the Mariners, I love baseball. But this team is not making it easy for me this year. I don’t know what else to say, but it feels like it’s taken me about two hours to write this, because I’m so foggy-headed. If you don’t have allergies, hope you never do, and hope you never develop them. I miss those days…
One last thing, too – my heart goes out to Justin Smoak and his family. Believe it or not, Tom was the one who told me the news that Smoak’s father had passed away. I knew Smoak had gone on bereavement leave to take care of his father and be with family, but did not know about his father passing until I was actually at the game today. I cannot imagine the loss of a parent, and the Smoak family has my deepest condolences and are in my thoughts.