What I really felt like doing tonight was going to bed the minute I got home and trying to sleep my way out of the sinus pressure that has been my constant companion for over 48 hours now. What I did was suck it up, get a bottle of Samuel Smith’s Organic Strawberry Ale and some lemon cookies from the store, and curl up on the couch with my laptop, the cat, and the Mariners game. Tonight, it really wasn’t me being cranky about the Ms, but me being cranky about the way I feel – a lot of people have had allergies all their lives, but this is a new thing for me, and isn’t consistent – last year, for example, I didn’t have any issues at all. So I don’t mean to whine, but this is really unpleasant. Cookies and beer helped…maybe a little…
I did get to see Carlos Peguero get his first major league hit on Felix Day. He was, of course, promptly run down while trying to get a lead of first base, but he has a lot of speed for such a giant guy, and he’s got a decent amount of power, it looks like. During yesterday’s game when Peguero hit that flyout to left field, one of the two old guys behind me made some comment about how hard he hit it to the opposite field. I turned around and said something to the effect of “Just think what he could do if he pulled it over to right!” I’m pretty sure the guy thought that I was there with Tom, rather than the other way around, and I think my presence and response there surprised him a little bit. But both of us were right, of course; Peguero should be interesting to watch, and I kind of hope he stays up here for a bit longer, even though I know he probably won’t.
I also got to see Adam Kennedy’s second home run of the season – yesterday we saw the first one in person. I’m still up in the air about Kennedy. I have the feeling he may be one of the ones I just don’t get attached to. Bench players are sort of like that, although I really like Michael Saunders and Ryan Langerhans, so maybe I just broke my own rules right there. I guess Kennedy is alright, but guys like him I never expect to stick around for more than a year, so I think I consciously try to keep a distance. The season is still young, though, so who knows what will happen down the road.
We all know Felix was probably shooting for a full game, because that’s just how Felix rolls; but he got into some trouble in the top of the 8th with two out and two on, and he was relieved by Jamey Wright, who I am growing to reverse my dislike of just a little. Wright got Conor Jackson to ground into a force out. Felix got a standing ovation, as I hope he does every time he pitches a game like this. Or pitches at all. He left the game with some 120+ pitches thrown, 4 hits and no runs, and likely some crazy Felix-y amount of strike outs. Claritin = grateful for it, but really can’t be bothered to look it up.
Brandon League came in for the one-run save, and immediately gave up a low line drive single past third to Josh Willingham. Chone Figgins dove for it, but it was just too fast. Ryan Sweeney was up and made League throw 6 pitches (mostly sinkers, and to the full count) before sacrificing himself to advance Willingham to second. Kurt Suzuki popped up to first, and Adam Kennedy was on it all the way, as the ball drifted toward the crowd in foul territory. Mark Ellis was the last batter, and he popped up, too, over the plate and into Miguel Olivo’s glove.
No, it wasn’t a graceful win, it wasn’t a glamorous win, and it was far too close a win for regular comfort. But it was a Felix win, and it was a WIN, and I am not complaining. If I sneeze one more time, though, I am going to scream, so that’s it for today.