From my Facebook page last night; most of the people on my FB list are not baseball fans:
I felt that I needed to explain this to people, about how rare it is that this kind of courtesy and respect visibly takes place in the game. There are a lot of behind the scenes and signals given that the fans can’t see, but this was done on Beltre’s part in a very visible and obvious way. If I had been at the game, I might have missed it. I am glad I did not. It made me giddy. I miss them being on the same team. I hope the Rangers are giving Beltre the correct amount of head rubs.
Last night’s game was a disappointment in more ways than I can think of, so I’ll just sum it up by saying that our offense was not around much, and Michael Morse’s finger is now broken at the hands of semi-rookie Tanner Scheppers. Scheppers hit Morse in the 7th inning, throwing up and in, hitting Morse in the hand hard enough that Morse wheeled back and grimaced, causing trainers and staff to run out and check on him. Scheppers then hit him again, this time in the shoulder. It gave Morse a base, but not before Morse glowered at Scheppers long enough that I thought he would charge the mound. Hilariously, Morse blows it off with “It’s a crazy game.” Morse obviously did not see the expression on his own face. Morse will (per the link) be out until probably this Sunday; it’s just his pinkie finger and should not take too long to heal. I would say that this hurts us, but even with Morse (and Michael Saunders, also out) on the team, we haven’t been doing too well the past few days.
I can watch these games because I’m used to it. I watch to see if I witness anything cool or different. I watch to see the players interact with each other and the fans. I watch because it’s baseball, and that means spring and summer, and when you don’t have a ton of money because your cat had to have surgery a month ago and you’re still trying to pay it off, it’s more valuable than ever to have that time with the game. I watch because I’m trying to support my team; they’re just not making it easy on me this week.
The one positive is that Felix notched his 1500th strike out at the tender age of 27. Mom, since I know you’re probably going to read this, that is significant; only three other pitchers in recorded MLB history have done this before the age of 27. The other three also recorded their 100th win, but I can’t fault Felix for not getting his last night, because again, where was our offense? When half your 14-man bench has an OPS under .754, two of the guys who had OPS over that percentage are hurt, and another one of them is your DH, you might have a problem.
Tonight, Hisashi Iwakuma goes up against Yu Darvish, and I would love to go and take pictures of Darvish, but this week is already kicking me in the pants for sleep. I don’t have high hopes, but we hit Darvish once, maybe we can hit him again. I am a little glad I’m not going to be there, though, just in case we don’t.
The definition of insanity, they say, is doing the same thing over and over again with negative results while expecting positive ones. I don’t want to alarm anyone, but there is a small chance we could all be crazy.