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Okay. Catch up post. Cut tags. Alphabetical order. You know. In Bizarro World, where T comes before S. Shut up, I wasn't paying attention, okay?
ASTROS
Monday: A 7-1 blowout against the Phillies. Andy Pettitte allowed one run (a homer) and seven hits in seven innings. Offensively, Craig Biggio and Lance Berkman set a record for the Astros: the first players in team history to get back to back homers - twice. They homered in the first and again in the third, with Biggio second homer being a two-run shot. The rest of the runs came from Jason Lane's two-run homer in the fifth, so every single Astros run in this game came off a homerun.
Tuesday: A game right out of a feel-good sports movie. The Astros scored in the first on (yes) a homer from Biggio, and the Phillies scored the next run in the sixth. The game stayed tied until the bottom of the ninth (bleh, I was looking over the recap and spotted Ugie's name; I kind of forgot he'd likely be there). Then Mike Lamb won it with a homerun. I can just see this game as the climactic scene of a movie, with the tense editing and dramatic score and the amplified echo of the homerun ball popping off Mike's bat. Awesome.
Oh, yeah, and Roy Oswalt (remember: studly) threw a complete game.
Currently: 1-2 Astros in the third, with Clemens pitching.
TIGERS
The Tigers are on the West Coast this week, so no Tigers games for me until Sunday, when Bondo returns from serving his suspension to start against the A's. Make 'em sorry, Bondo. Make 'em very, very sorry.
Monday: Nate gave up five runs. We lost 5-3, falling out of .500. It sucked. Next!
Tuesday: JJ also gave up five runs. (Please do not take this is a cue to continue a trend tonight, okay, Mike?) But then Dmitri Young said, "I don't fuckin' think so," and made up for those five runs all by himself. Three of those came off a go-ahead homer in the eighth. The rest of the offense said, "Wait, Dmitri's hitting again? Sweet!" and put together another three runs. Brandon Inge, who finally got benched after slumping for way too long, said, "Huh. Maybe I should sit more often." JJ said, "Thanks, guys!" And THE FARNS made a .mov file of the bottom of the ninth and e-mailed it to Curt Schilling with the note, "This is how you save a damn game." Final score: 8-5.
Tonight: The Tigers are back at .500. C'mon, guys, keep it going.
RED SOX
Monday: . . . yeah. Already been covered.
Tuesday Yeah. Okay. This game could be an entire novel by itself, I swear. (Actually, it really could, if you did it right, and it would be good, too. Interesting. Anyway.) It certainly made for some depressing reading during my sports blog sweep today. I'll cover it in chronological order.
First and second innings, before the game changed completely: Red Sox cruisin' along, because Hendrickson sucks liek whoa. This time, at least he made it out of the first inning, poor kid, but not without giving up five runs, including a two-run homer from Manny.
Top of the third: Trot Nixon comes out of the game after taking a fierce swing, cringing, and grabbing his side. Shit. Later, we learn it was his oblique. FUCK. This will get overshadowed very shortly, but it is not good news.
Bottom of the third: Baseball nightmare in every way.
Clement lets a couple guys on, and up comes Carl Crawford. Line drive. Clement's head. Clement dropping instantly.
He was so still, that ball hit so hard, and I know now that I wasn't the only one to wonder at first if he might be dead. It was so frightening to watch, and the silence made it all the more stark - Jerry and Don didn't say a word for at least five minutes.
They took him out in a stretcher, and Chad Bradford took his place on the mound. Because they still had to play.
Here is how all this translates into ESPN.com's play-by-play:
C Crawford singled to left, A Gonzalez scored, J Gathright to second.
C Bradford relieved M Clement.
Most of the rest of the game, I ignored. Bradford loaded the bases and gave up a grand slam before he managed to end the inning. Any other day, that would suck. This time, who cared? The Devil Rays could have all the damn runs they wanted, as long as Matt was okay.
As it transpired, of course, Matt was okay. (He was released from the hospital this morning and travelled back to Boston with the team. Thank goodness.) As the positive reports came in, I cheered up and calmed down and started to focus back in on the game. (At some point during my fugue, a kid named Manny Delcarmen, fresh from AAA, took the mound for the Sox and in his very first Major League appearance, he threw a perfect half inning. This should not be a parenthetical footnote, Manny II, and I am sorry.)
And in the ninth inning, when the Sox were putting together a rally to come back from being down 8-6, I suddenly cared very, very much about winning. I wanted them to win it for Matt, and they clearly wanted the same thing. Varitek got a home run. Millar singled. Adam Stern came in to pinchrun. Olerud singled. Bill Mueller doubled, sending Stern home. I choose not to dwell on Sveum's continuing to suck. Tied at eight.
Curt comes into the game. Unfortunately, due to obnoxiously linear restraints on time and space, THE FARNS'S e-mail does not exist yet. Curt almost blows another save. But Johnny Damon won't let him, and he makes an amazing catch right off the wall to end the inning and prevent the winning run.
Then, in the tenth, Johnny follows that up with a homerun. Tek adds an insurance run on an RBI, and thank goodness for that, because Curt gives up a run in the bottom of the tenth before he manages to close it out.
Final score: 10-9, Red Sox. For Matt. The above account is very dry and leaves out eight million things and does not come even close to doing justice to the game itself, but I'm the last damn one writing about it and everything's been said, and really, I wanted to avoid writing that novel. But it was an intense game, and it had a special feel about it. Maybe we'll end up looking back on it as the game that sparked some life into the season.
Today: The bizarre timeslot caused me to miss most of it, plus I've spent six years on this entry already, so bare bones. Red Sox won 4-1, and Curt Schilling needs to seek help for his addiction to nine inning drama.
I suppose I could have split all that up, because ALL of my teams are off tomorrow WTF so I'll have some extra time, but why would I do that?
ASTROS
Monday: A 7-1 blowout against the Phillies. Andy Pettitte allowed one run (a homer) and seven hits in seven innings. Offensively, Craig Biggio and Lance Berkman set a record for the Astros: the first players in team history to get back to back homers - twice. They homered in the first and again in the third, with Biggio second homer being a two-run shot. The rest of the runs came from Jason Lane's two-run homer in the fifth, so every single Astros run in this game came off a homerun.
Tuesday: A game right out of a feel-good sports movie. The Astros scored in the first on (yes) a homer from Biggio, and the Phillies scored the next run in the sixth. The game stayed tied until the bottom of the ninth (bleh, I was looking over the recap and spotted Ugie's name; I kind of forgot he'd likely be there). Then Mike Lamb won it with a homerun. I can just see this game as the climactic scene of a movie, with the tense editing and dramatic score and the amplified echo of the homerun ball popping off Mike's bat. Awesome.
Oh, yeah, and Roy Oswalt (remember: studly) threw a complete game.
Currently: 1-2 Astros in the third, with Clemens pitching.
TIGERS
The Tigers are on the West Coast this week, so no Tigers games for me until Sunday, when Bondo returns from serving his suspension to start against the A's. Make 'em sorry, Bondo. Make 'em very, very sorry.
Monday: Nate gave up five runs. We lost 5-3, falling out of .500. It sucked. Next!
Tuesday: JJ also gave up five runs. (Please do not take this is a cue to continue a trend tonight, okay, Mike?) But then Dmitri Young said, "I don't fuckin' think so," and made up for those five runs all by himself. Three of those came off a go-ahead homer in the eighth. The rest of the offense said, "Wait, Dmitri's hitting again? Sweet!" and put together another three runs. Brandon Inge, who finally got benched after slumping for way too long, said, "Huh. Maybe I should sit more often." JJ said, "Thanks, guys!" And THE FARNS made a .mov file of the bottom of the ninth and e-mailed it to Curt Schilling with the note, "This is how you save a damn game." Final score: 8-5.
Tonight: The Tigers are back at .500. C'mon, guys, keep it going.
RED SOX
Monday: . . . yeah. Already been covered.
Tuesday Yeah. Okay. This game could be an entire novel by itself, I swear. (Actually, it really could, if you did it right, and it would be good, too. Interesting. Anyway.) It certainly made for some depressing reading during my sports blog sweep today. I'll cover it in chronological order.
First and second innings, before the game changed completely: Red Sox cruisin' along, because Hendrickson sucks liek whoa. This time, at least he made it out of the first inning, poor kid, but not without giving up five runs, including a two-run homer from Manny.
Top of the third: Trot Nixon comes out of the game after taking a fierce swing, cringing, and grabbing his side. Shit. Later, we learn it was his oblique. FUCK. This will get overshadowed very shortly, but it is not good news.
Bottom of the third: Baseball nightmare in every way.
Clement lets a couple guys on, and up comes Carl Crawford. Line drive. Clement's head. Clement dropping instantly.
He was so still, that ball hit so hard, and I know now that I wasn't the only one to wonder at first if he might be dead. It was so frightening to watch, and the silence made it all the more stark - Jerry and Don didn't say a word for at least five minutes.
They took him out in a stretcher, and Chad Bradford took his place on the mound. Because they still had to play.
Here is how all this translates into ESPN.com's play-by-play:
C Crawford singled to left, A Gonzalez scored, J Gathright to second.
C Bradford relieved M Clement.
Most of the rest of the game, I ignored. Bradford loaded the bases and gave up a grand slam before he managed to end the inning. Any other day, that would suck. This time, who cared? The Devil Rays could have all the damn runs they wanted, as long as Matt was okay.
As it transpired, of course, Matt was okay. (He was released from the hospital this morning and travelled back to Boston with the team. Thank goodness.) As the positive reports came in, I cheered up and calmed down and started to focus back in on the game. (At some point during my fugue, a kid named Manny Delcarmen, fresh from AAA, took the mound for the Sox and in his very first Major League appearance, he threw a perfect half inning. This should not be a parenthetical footnote, Manny II, and I am sorry.)
And in the ninth inning, when the Sox were putting together a rally to come back from being down 8-6, I suddenly cared very, very much about winning. I wanted them to win it for Matt, and they clearly wanted the same thing. Varitek got a home run. Millar singled. Adam Stern came in to pinchrun. Olerud singled. Bill Mueller doubled, sending Stern home. I choose not to dwell on Sveum's continuing to suck. Tied at eight.
Curt comes into the game. Unfortunately, due to obnoxiously linear restraints on time and space, THE FARNS'S e-mail does not exist yet. Curt almost blows another save. But Johnny Damon won't let him, and he makes an amazing catch right off the wall to end the inning and prevent the winning run.
Then, in the tenth, Johnny follows that up with a homerun. Tek adds an insurance run on an RBI, and thank goodness for that, because Curt gives up a run in the bottom of the tenth before he manages to close it out.
Final score: 10-9, Red Sox. For Matt. The above account is very dry and leaves out eight million things and does not come even close to doing justice to the game itself, but I'm the last damn one writing about it and everything's been said, and really, I wanted to avoid writing that novel. But it was an intense game, and it had a special feel about it. Maybe we'll end up looking back on it as the game that sparked some life into the season.
Today: The bizarre timeslot caused me to miss most of it, plus I've spent six years on this entry already, so bare bones. Red Sox won 4-1, and Curt Schilling needs to seek help for his addiction to nine inning drama.
I suppose I could have split all that up, because ALL of my teams are off tomorrow WTF so I'll have some extra time, but why would I do that?
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OMG SO MUCH LOVE FOR ROY OSWALT.
And also, so much desire to see him in a fic (HINT HINT). HEY! Crossover Astros/Red Sox with Roy/Wade Miller? Possibility? *makes puppy eyes at you*
There are fics with Roy in them but they all seem to be unfinished WiPs...*pouts* They all had promise too. Damned if I can remember where I read them though.
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Hooray for mindbending physics keeping Curt from receiving snarky video email from Seattle.
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Yeah, Curt probably just trashed it anyway. Sigh.