Yes it is I. I am the lucky charm sent to rescue this crowd of tired noble native warriors from their potential demise. Very unusual, because it seems as more likley I would be the jinx, but not this time.
Huascar Ynoa wasn’t wretched, but he wasn’t quite the “Wow Breakout!” star either. The “death pitch” was acing more like the “self inflicted death pitch.” The whole principle of the pitch is nobody can hit it. Didn’t quite get the principal part down. 5 hits and 2 BBs in 4 innings for a WHIP close to 2. That really isn’t a good number.
But for this night, “Hibernation Mode” was not the modus of the offense. When Ynoa left it was 3 to 2. Ozzie and Freddie got on and Austin Riley brought them in, so despite the high WHIP, there was no evidence of being tied to the whipping post. Jacob Webb got 3 outs and 2 by strikeout to get assigned Chip Caray’s most favorite statistic, a “win>’ Such “win’ was precipitated by a 7 run explosion in the 5th. Double, double, soil and trouble, single, double and homer by Duvall which took orbit over the desert and was tracked by several high desert telescopes. And, they kicked some sand in the snakes faces with a 2 spot in top of 9. Meanwhile, the snakey crowd only got 1 more. So, a convincing win.
Meanwhile, our second most popular avocation is scoreboard watching. A defeat for the Phaillies was already in the books by the time the desert showcase ended. 3 games up and 14 to play.
Tonight we apparently will see a bullpen game with Jesse Chavez starting. Maybe Snit tries to get Touki or Smyly though the bottom of the order twice. “Danger, Will Smith. Danger.” Yep, Will Smith is always a danger.
I will leave you with the parable of the bird: Lo, a bird was joyfully experiencing a brisk day near Lake Michigan and paid no attention as his fellow birds seemed to be leaving. The next day, the cold was difficult and our bird realized he needed to travel south, and do so quickly. As he proceeded, snow began to freeze to his wings and body. Flying became labored. Our bird fell to the ground, nearly lifeless. The snow continued to fall upon him. But lo, our bird had fallen into a pasture. An unwitting cow came by and dropped a large dump upon our bird. The warmth began to bring our bird out of his cold state. He began to preen his feathers and let out a great whistle of joy. But the joyful whistle was heard by a nearby cat. The cat pounced, grabbed the bird from the clump and chomped him down with one gulp.
The morals of our story are many. Among those are 1. Everybody who shits on you is not your enemy. 2. Everyone who gets you out of shit is not your friend. 3. If you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut..