I couldn’t really figure out what to say about last night’s game, so I decided it was better to just not say anything at all. Josh Lueke has been sent to Tacoma in exchange for Dan Cortes to work on whatever it is that seems to be plaguing him lately. I’m a bit saddened by this, but if it needs to happen, it needs to happen, and I don’t want Lueke to compound the issue by trying to work it out at a major league level. It bums me out more to see him flailing around with no direction and even less control over what he’s throwing, so I know this is the right move – I had just hoped to see the same sort of success story we’re currently seeing with Michael Pineda and Justin Smoak. I was wondering how much of his failings they were going to put up with here, and I guess i just got the answer. Dan Cortes is a pleasing replacement, and if you’re going to lose baseball games, it might as well be MLB baseball games instead of MiLB baseball games.
It was a decent day at the park today. The game was a loss, but the rest of the experience was pretty swell. Or maybe I’m only saying that because I had a good lunch (seriously, if you haven’t gone to the Flying Tortoise Cantina downstairs under the manual scoreboard where the Bullpen Pub used to be and had a torta, you are missing out), the rain has helped lessen the pollen in the air, and it wasn’t too cold. Whatever the case, I’ll totally take it.
Doug Fister did a pretty decent job today, all things considered. It wasn’t until he was pulled in the 7th that things started going drastically downhill for us. Fister got himself in and out of jams, kept firm control of a tied ballgame for 6 innings, threw 110 pitches, and lowered his ERA. Not too shabby. Our bullpen, though, fell apart and just didn’t get it done. Chone Figgins didn’t get to a ball that he should have. Coco Crisp robbed Miguel Olivo of what could have been a double at the least. Our offense died early, and Brian Fuentes came in and shut down any hope that we might have had for a rally. On the bright side, though, Doug Fister is gradually showing signs of improvement, there were friendly and funny people in section 183 today, and did I mention I had a great lunch?
And I did take some OK pictures. I can’t go to a game and leave my camera at home. There will always be something that I will have wished I had the camera for, if I don’t bring it. So here are a few of the nicer ones…
The bullpen doesn’t walk in a line, but they do walk in a group with no stragglers, so I suppose I can live with that. They still line up for the National Anthem, but I was unable to get a picture of that today due to where my seats are located, and the fact that I was sitting in them.
Our bad boy Milton Bradley. I guess that early last week, there was a group of folks from Lookout Landing that got bleacher seats in 181 and 182 and had a Milton Bradley appreciation night. I am sad that I missed it. I was at the game with Cynthia that night, but had I known about this, I would have been keen to sit with the LL crowd and give Bradley a little love. I understand that recently it was verified that the earplugs he’s been wearing are to help drown out the jeers from fans at home. I think we all pretty much knew what was going on there, but it still sucks. No baseball player should ever have to put up with that, in my not-so-humble opinion. I’m kicking myself for not reading Lookout Landing this year as much as I normally have in the past. I need to remedy that, and right soon.
Fister winds up and deals. It’s for the field shots that I wish I had better zoom. I’m hoping by next year that I will have enough money to obtain a camera upgrade, because I really like sitting in left field, and have no desire to move closer just yet.
Coco Crisp trying to walk off the hit he took in the video I linked to above. The second photo is the dent he left in our wall, very similar to the dent Franklin Gutierrez left at the beginning of last year slightly over towards left field. The collision was extremely audible from where we were sitting, and it took Crisp a little bit to re-orient himself. He’ll probably sleep pretty well tonight, I’d imagine. I could see people around the stadium – myself included – giving Crisp a standing ovation. Regardless of which side you’re on, a play that fantastic is worthy of recognition.
Grant Balfour, warming up to do some relief work. Balfour was the target of derision from some drunken Canadian Michael Saunders worshippers sitting in the row in front of us. I’m 100% positive that Balfour has heard all the jokes they were making about his name, but this time the drunk Canadians were on our side, so I can’t complain too much.
On the left hand side, Mariners footprints into the bullpen. On the right, A’s footprints. It struck me as weird that they’d be so different, given that the same exact activity was occurring in both spaces all game long. More research will have to be done, obviously. What do Yankees footprints look like? Angels footprints? Oh, the mystery!
We get a day off tomorrow while the Ms travel to Detroit for a three-game series with the Tigers, and I might be able to get some house and yard work done without feeling too guilty about missing anything. After having the opportunity to sit down and think about it, I really did have a nice day at the ballpark today. Worth the price of admission, and definitely worth the time. Thanks for a pleasant “Saturday”, Mariners.