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remindmeofthe) wrote2005-05-02 08:20 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2005-05-02 08:20 pm
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Wow. Tonight's game was like an object lesson in everything the Sox are doing wrong.
* They wasted a good starter. Jeremi-with-an-I was about eight bazillion times better than everyone expected. He pitched a good game. He gave up three runs in the first inning, but then he settled down and ended up with seven Ks. I'm feeling better about our rotation.
And yet.
* Way too many men stranded on base. What was it, eleven tonight? I'm used to this, it's what we do, but it shouldn't be. I've noticed that a lot of our runs come from homers, which is all well and good, but let's do some old-fashioned hitting too, because this is what happens when no one gets a home run. Our offense needs to chill out and stop swinging for the poles every damn time.
* OUR BULLPEN SUCKS OH MY GOD. Mantei did a nice job, five up and five down, but Neal and Embree? STOP THAT. Five runs between the two of you was just tragically ridiculous. I'm just glad we didn't have to see Foulkie tonight.
* Too bad that awesome out from Rents ultimately didn't do shit.
BAH.
So, over all, it's a good thing for my sanity that I wasn't rooting for them tonight.
. . . oh, what? I love Bonderman and I wanted him to get the win. And he did, so now his record is 4-2. The Sox get way more games than Bondo gets starts. It was weird as all shit to be cheering and growling at all the wrong places, but this is the only game I'll be doing it. Next two games I'm happy either way, and Thursday Arroyo starts so it's all about the Sox.
It is strange, though, to not root for a team you know so well. Because I know the Sox's strengths and weaknesses, and I knew when to be nervous ("Oh, Tek's at bat") and when to relax ("Blaine Neal? Do they, like, not want to win?"). Usually, it's a bit of a gray area, because you can follow a rival team all you want, but unless you can watch them regularly, you don't know them like you know your own team, so you're not sure how much tension to feel when.
Oh, and that rough time Bondo had? Totally my fault. I'm sorry. See, I decided after his 1-2-3 first that it would be fun to try and keep a game log. So I did, and he promptly started losing his shit. In the fourth inning, bases loaded, I decided to stop writing and see what happened.
** First Inning **
1-2-3 first for BONDO. And Jerry and Don making a point of mentioning Pudge's eleven Golden Gloves while talking about the Tigers' defense. THAT'S RIGHT FEAR. This is all wrong. I am a BAD Red Sox fan. It's all Bondo's fault.
*
Aw, Dmitri not playing tonight. He's sick too. What is with this flu making the rounds EVERYWHERE? Bellhorn still out as well, so YOUK.
And Gonzalez immediately walks Inge. Way to go.
PUDGE. Man alive. I don't know what prior!Pudge looked like, but slim!Pudge? Is so white-hot that I can feel myself going squidgy at a cellular level. There are no flaws to be found in that man's build. I've even gotten used to his eyebrows. Too bad he struck out.
Guillen gets single. Mueller got the ball but had nothing and couldn't get Inge.
White foul-territory out. Nice catch, Millar.
Craig Monroe, looking okay after taking that pitch to his delicate bits a couple days ago. No, really. YES TWO-RUN DOUBLE! You suck, Jeremi-with-an-i. Surprise.
God, look at all those empty seats in Comerica. It fucking kills me. Hey, Detroit, you have your very own baseball team with tons of affordable seats in the stadium, so enjoy this very special note from a Sox fan who probably won't be able to afford a seat in Fenway in this decade: BITE ME YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCKS.
K on Peña to end the ining with the Tigs up two nothing. And my screen totally just went black WTF COME BACK NESN.
Okay, thank you.
** Second Inning **
Tiz flies out. Not wanting the Sox to get hits is so disturbing that I'm glad I'm too busy typing to think about it too much.
Millar gets a base hit. And Nook totally bobbles it and gives away a double. Well done. Yay Millar. No, really.
MmmTek. The combined catcher hotness in the series is going to make me spontaneously combust. Tek out, Millar to third.
Bondo is only like three months older than I am. That's a weird thing to think about. Ballplayers are supposed to be older than that.
And he walks Rents. Only his ninth walk in the season, and boy he didn't like the call on that last pitch.
Mueller lines to Guillen on first pitch.
*
Thames, pronounced rather like the river. Playing DH in Dmitri's place. Strikes out swinging.
Infante, aka Omah. Out while I fucking blinked.
Nook. Also out. Okay, Jeremi-with-an-I, maybe you don't suck.
And I think that my ADD will not allow me to sustain a blow-by-blow report. Also, I want Guinness and a chance to drink it. So I'll just cut it down to when something good happens.
** Third Inning **
I like Bonderman's delivery almost as much as I like Arroyo's. He doesn't do the full out Arroyo leg kick, but he does this pointed-toes knee bend that's totally adorable.
Another walk, this one to Youk. Yeesh.
And Johnny Damon immediately gets an RBI triple. Whee, look at Youk run! I love our speedy little non-Greek God of Walks.
Watch it, Bondo, don't freak out. You're doing fine. Even though you just walked Trot. Here comes Pudge to the mound. See, everything will be fine. Pudge will smooth you all out.
RBI double from Manny. Sigh. 'Sokay, Bondo. I mean, that is Manny. Just get out of this inning and you'll be fine.
Fearing Papi freaks me out. I wish Orsillo would shut it about home runs. RBI single. Infante should have had that ball. BAH.
Millar. Finally, a strike. That's right, Bondo. Millar swings and gets out. SO THAT'S ONE OUT. God.
Eep, action in the bullpen already. Settle, Bondo. You're fine.
Twenty-five pitches so far in this inning.
Jerry and Don going on endlessly about Pudge trying to catch the ball. Apparently this makes him the weirdest catcher in the history of ever. Got it. Move on.
Tek strikes out. Two down. Yeah Bondo!
Okay, that doesn't mean "move on to taunting me about Ordoñez." Gah.
Rents grounds to third. Boston up 3-2. Okay, now I'm going to get some Guinness.
*
INGE TRIPLE YAY. God, Comerica is huge. That right center gap is the size of the Sahara. I love Inge, too, have I mentioned? Bondo, Pudge, and Inge - my Tigers trifecta.
Look, Orsillo, we are not allowed to call Pudge I-Rod, okay? The "vowel-Rod" appellation has been RUINED. "Pudge" may be inaccurate now, but it's infinitely preferable. Either way, he strikes out again.
No, really, I'm totally not going to do this blow-by-blow anymore.
And Guillen sends Inge home! Tie game!
Mmm, Tek patting Gonzalez. Catchers = automatic slash. Also, Gonzalez is kind of cute, which also makes it fun.
Inning ends with a tied game.
** Fourth Inning **
Brief announcement: No score in the Yankees/Devil Rays game yet in the fourth. Go Kazmir! Oh, and hit all the Yankees you want. Long as they don't score.
Mueller doubles. Youk walks again. Bondo? You okay, dude? Everyone in the world on the mound chatting with Bondo. Is all good.
V. nice catch from Pudge on a very high ball. Quick and crisp. Mm.
Bases loaded. WTF. Oh, and no outs. Hey, NESN scoreboard guy: That means ALL the little squares should be orange. Theeeeere ya go.
Maybe I should stop writing this. Maybe I'm jinxing.
Yay, an out. Manny up. Stopping for the rest of the inning. We'll see what happens.
And the second I stopped writing, Bondo struck out Manny, and then Ortiz, and got out of that bases loaded jam. Nice. So, even though I was dying to, I didn't write another damn word. I'm sorry, Bondo. I won't do it again. In fact, no more game logs from me period.
And then the Tigers proceeded to take advantage of the Sox - doing whatever the fuck they thought they were doing. Triples and triples. Two homers from Carlos Peña. A great inning of relief from TEH FARNS, and two nice ones from Ugie Urbina. Okay, Pudge went 0-for-4, but you can't have everything.
So, from a Tigers fan standpoint, absolutely lovely. From a Red Sox fan standpoint, what the fuck is wrong with my team?
In news of other teams: Yankees actually win a game, 6-2. Over the Devil Rays, so let's not get too worked up. Meanwhile, the Astros trash the Pirates, 4-11, with my boy Andy Pettitte getting the win. Very good day for my pitchers. <3
In conclusion: BONDO.
* They wasted a good starter. Jeremi-with-an-I was about eight bazillion times better than everyone expected. He pitched a good game. He gave up three runs in the first inning, but then he settled down and ended up with seven Ks. I'm feeling better about our rotation.
And yet.
* Way too many men stranded on base. What was it, eleven tonight? I'm used to this, it's what we do, but it shouldn't be. I've noticed that a lot of our runs come from homers, which is all well and good, but let's do some old-fashioned hitting too, because this is what happens when no one gets a home run. Our offense needs to chill out and stop swinging for the poles every damn time.
* OUR BULLPEN SUCKS OH MY GOD. Mantei did a nice job, five up and five down, but Neal and Embree? STOP THAT. Five runs between the two of you was just tragically ridiculous. I'm just glad we didn't have to see Foulkie tonight.
* Too bad that awesome out from Rents ultimately didn't do shit.
BAH.
So, over all, it's a good thing for my sanity that I wasn't rooting for them tonight.
. . . oh, what? I love Bonderman and I wanted him to get the win. And he did, so now his record is 4-2. The Sox get way more games than Bondo gets starts. It was weird as all shit to be cheering and growling at all the wrong places, but this is the only game I'll be doing it. Next two games I'm happy either way, and Thursday Arroyo starts so it's all about the Sox.
It is strange, though, to not root for a team you know so well. Because I know the Sox's strengths and weaknesses, and I knew when to be nervous ("Oh, Tek's at bat") and when to relax ("Blaine Neal? Do they, like, not want to win?"). Usually, it's a bit of a gray area, because you can follow a rival team all you want, but unless you can watch them regularly, you don't know them like you know your own team, so you're not sure how much tension to feel when.
Oh, and that rough time Bondo had? Totally my fault. I'm sorry. See, I decided after his 1-2-3 first that it would be fun to try and keep a game log. So I did, and he promptly started losing his shit. In the fourth inning, bases loaded, I decided to stop writing and see what happened.
** First Inning **
1-2-3 first for BONDO. And Jerry and Don making a point of mentioning Pudge's eleven Golden Gloves while talking about the Tigers' defense. THAT'S RIGHT FEAR. This is all wrong. I am a BAD Red Sox fan. It's all Bondo's fault.
*
Aw, Dmitri not playing tonight. He's sick too. What is with this flu making the rounds EVERYWHERE? Bellhorn still out as well, so YOUK.
And Gonzalez immediately walks Inge. Way to go.
PUDGE. Man alive. I don't know what prior!Pudge looked like, but slim!Pudge? Is so white-hot that I can feel myself going squidgy at a cellular level. There are no flaws to be found in that man's build. I've even gotten used to his eyebrows. Too bad he struck out.
Guillen gets single. Mueller got the ball but had nothing and couldn't get Inge.
White foul-territory out. Nice catch, Millar.
Craig Monroe, looking okay after taking that pitch to his delicate bits a couple days ago. No, really. YES TWO-RUN DOUBLE! You suck, Jeremi-with-an-i. Surprise.
God, look at all those empty seats in Comerica. It fucking kills me. Hey, Detroit, you have your very own baseball team with tons of affordable seats in the stadium, so enjoy this very special note from a Sox fan who probably won't be able to afford a seat in Fenway in this decade: BITE ME YOU UNGRATEFUL FUCKS.
K on Peña to end the ining with the Tigs up two nothing. And my screen totally just went black WTF COME BACK NESN.
Okay, thank you.
** Second Inning **
Tiz flies out. Not wanting the Sox to get hits is so disturbing that I'm glad I'm too busy typing to think about it too much.
Millar gets a base hit. And Nook totally bobbles it and gives away a double. Well done. Yay Millar. No, really.
MmmTek. The combined catcher hotness in the series is going to make me spontaneously combust. Tek out, Millar to third.
Bondo is only like three months older than I am. That's a weird thing to think about. Ballplayers are supposed to be older than that.
And he walks Rents. Only his ninth walk in the season, and boy he didn't like the call on that last pitch.
Mueller lines to Guillen on first pitch.
*
Thames, pronounced rather like the river. Playing DH in Dmitri's place. Strikes out swinging.
Infante, aka Omah. Out while I fucking blinked.
Nook. Also out. Okay, Jeremi-with-an-I, maybe you don't suck.
And I think that my ADD will not allow me to sustain a blow-by-blow report. Also, I want Guinness and a chance to drink it. So I'll just cut it down to when something good happens.
** Third Inning **
I like Bonderman's delivery almost as much as I like Arroyo's. He doesn't do the full out Arroyo leg kick, but he does this pointed-toes knee bend that's totally adorable.
Another walk, this one to Youk. Yeesh.
And Johnny Damon immediately gets an RBI triple. Whee, look at Youk run! I love our speedy little non-Greek God of Walks.
Watch it, Bondo, don't freak out. You're doing fine. Even though you just walked Trot. Here comes Pudge to the mound. See, everything will be fine. Pudge will smooth you all out.
RBI double from Manny. Sigh. 'Sokay, Bondo. I mean, that is Manny. Just get out of this inning and you'll be fine.
Fearing Papi freaks me out. I wish Orsillo would shut it about home runs. RBI single. Infante should have had that ball. BAH.
Millar. Finally, a strike. That's right, Bondo. Millar swings and gets out. SO THAT'S ONE OUT. God.
Eep, action in the bullpen already. Settle, Bondo. You're fine.
Twenty-five pitches so far in this inning.
Jerry and Don going on endlessly about Pudge trying to catch the ball. Apparently this makes him the weirdest catcher in the history of ever. Got it. Move on.
Tek strikes out. Two down. Yeah Bondo!
Okay, that doesn't mean "move on to taunting me about Ordoñez." Gah.
Rents grounds to third. Boston up 3-2. Okay, now I'm going to get some Guinness.
*
INGE TRIPLE YAY. God, Comerica is huge. That right center gap is the size of the Sahara. I love Inge, too, have I mentioned? Bondo, Pudge, and Inge - my Tigers trifecta.
Look, Orsillo, we are not allowed to call Pudge I-Rod, okay? The "vowel-Rod" appellation has been RUINED. "Pudge" may be inaccurate now, but it's infinitely preferable. Either way, he strikes out again.
No, really, I'm totally not going to do this blow-by-blow anymore.
And Guillen sends Inge home! Tie game!
Mmm, Tek patting Gonzalez. Catchers = automatic slash. Also, Gonzalez is kind of cute, which also makes it fun.
Inning ends with a tied game.
** Fourth Inning **
Brief announcement: No score in the Yankees/Devil Rays game yet in the fourth. Go Kazmir! Oh, and hit all the Yankees you want. Long as they don't score.
Mueller doubles. Youk walks again. Bondo? You okay, dude? Everyone in the world on the mound chatting with Bondo. Is all good.
V. nice catch from Pudge on a very high ball. Quick and crisp. Mm.
Bases loaded. WTF. Oh, and no outs. Hey, NESN scoreboard guy: That means ALL the little squares should be orange. Theeeeere ya go.
Maybe I should stop writing this. Maybe I'm jinxing.
Yay, an out. Manny up. Stopping for the rest of the inning. We'll see what happens.
And the second I stopped writing, Bondo struck out Manny, and then Ortiz, and got out of that bases loaded jam. Nice. So, even though I was dying to, I didn't write another damn word. I'm sorry, Bondo. I won't do it again. In fact, no more game logs from me period.
And then the Tigers proceeded to take advantage of the Sox - doing whatever the fuck they thought they were doing. Triples and triples. Two homers from Carlos Peña. A great inning of relief from TEH FARNS, and two nice ones from Ugie Urbina. Okay, Pudge went 0-for-4, but you can't have everything.
So, from a Tigers fan standpoint, absolutely lovely. From a Red Sox fan standpoint, what the fuck is wrong with my team?
In news of other teams: Yankees actually win a game, 6-2. Over the Devil Rays, so let's not get too worked up. Meanwhile, the Astros trash the Pirates, 4-11, with my boy Andy Pettitte getting the win. Very good day for my pitchers. <3
In conclusion: BONDO.
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