‘ Entitlement. Bulging, besotted mid aged, pink faced, red bloused, red hatted matrons masticating away as they await the perceived inevitable win. Enough.’
Pitching. Two big names on the mound tonight were the first to put paid to that smugness. Fausto Carmona and Roberto Hernandez alternated in an emergency start and pitched effective, sweaty ball for 5 innings, 3 runs. Ramirez was ineffective in relief leaving Kroll with the bases loaded which he handled masterfully.
Cabrera pitched an uneven 8th seeming to lose some confidence when he hung a breaking ball with 2 strikes to the lead off batter. Ended giving up 3 back to back to back singles leading to 3 runs on nothing but fastballs outside before recovering to strike out the tying run with one of each, inside. EOF gave up singles to the first two hitters in the ninth but the mountain of an 8 run deficit overwhelmed them, we ended things with a DP. Exit red and pink matrons, the ones that were left.
But it was offense that won the night and didn’t we love it. 4 home runs – two 2Run, two 3Run. That alone was 10 RBI’s! Freddy had clearly read coop’s caustic comments of a few hours earlier and came roaring back with 3 hits and 2 walks. (Interviewed by Paul Byrd post game he admitted to ‘making a couple of adjustments’ – Was I alone in shouting at the screen, “THEN WRITE THEM DOWN!’ We have been down this road before, a few times.)
He had plenty of company tonight, happily, to help celebrate his own mammoth home run, 438 feet to straight center. Ender with 3 hits including a consummate HR delivered with a flick of the wrists. Adonis slammed an opposite field homer with 2 on. Poor old Matt Kemp even got into one leaning down and across to swat it over the left field wall. Nick had three solid singles, Chase pinch hit in the ninth, started off with a lead off single, came up again in the innings with the bases loaded and very nearly had a grand slam, settling for a double which scored two more, the 12th and 13th runs would you believe.
It was hard to believe. There has been so much pain from our hitting. Like the night before. But revenge, on this scale, at Bush, is so sweet. (One footnote amid the euphoria – it’s time to stop patronizing Adonis and accept him, gladly, for what he has made himself become. Our everyday third baseman – power to all fields, high average, vastly improved defense. Tumbling tumbleweed – leave him be.)