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remindmeofthe) wrote2007-05-13 07:37 pm
remindmeofthe) wrote2007-05-13 07:37 pm
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IT IS THE DAY OF RIDICULOUS COMEBACKS, PEOPLE.
I still do not know what even happened in the ninth inning of that A's/Indians game. Lessee. The A's were down by two. And then there we two outs. And then there were two strikes on Eric Chavez (on my fantasy team! Got a homerun earlier! Woo!). And then Chavez said, "Fuck you guys, I'm getting on base," and he did. And then Milton Bradley said, "Check this out," and tied it with a homerun. And then Dan Johnson said, "I am KEEPING my hitting streak, goddammit," and got his first hit of the game. And then Bobby Crosby wanted to play too, because he knew damn well who was on deck.
Jack Cust is - okay, here's the thing. The kid's been in the majors for a week. He was brought up and stuck in as DH after Piazza's injury. And before today's game, he had five homeruns to lead the AL in homers for the month so far. In a WEEK. This kid is obscene.
So as he comes to the plate, the A's announcers are having this conversation: "Do you think this is too much to ask of Jack Cust?" "No way! Let's be greedy!"
Two pitches later, they are saying, "No way did that just happen. No way did that just happen." (As opposed to my more profane, "Oh my god, no fucking way did that just happen.")
Because Jack Cust? Got the three-run homer. And it was just way too perfect. Not only did I not expect it, I fully expected the opposite, to the point where my eyes informed me that Sizemore had caught the ball, and continued to insist that he had several seconds after my ears announced otherwise. And thus the A's not only won, but won 10-7.
First the Red Sox overcome a five-run deficit after eight innings of being shut out. Now the A's aim their loaded rookie at the Indians and say, "Make my day." What next?
I still do not know what even happened in the ninth inning of that A's/Indians game. Lessee. The A's were down by two. And then there we two outs. And then there were two strikes on Eric Chavez (on my fantasy team! Got a homerun earlier! Woo!). And then Chavez said, "Fuck you guys, I'm getting on base," and he did. And then Milton Bradley said, "Check this out," and tied it with a homerun. And then Dan Johnson said, "I am KEEPING my hitting streak, goddammit," and got his first hit of the game. And then Bobby Crosby wanted to play too, because he knew damn well who was on deck.
Jack Cust is - okay, here's the thing. The kid's been in the majors for a week. He was brought up and stuck in as DH after Piazza's injury. And before today's game, he had five homeruns to lead the AL in homers for the month so far. In a WEEK. This kid is obscene.
So as he comes to the plate, the A's announcers are having this conversation: "Do you think this is too much to ask of Jack Cust?" "No way! Let's be greedy!"
Two pitches later, they are saying, "No way did that just happen. No way did that just happen." (As opposed to my more profane, "Oh my god, no fucking way did that just happen.")
Because Jack Cust? Got the three-run homer. And it was just way too perfect. Not only did I not expect it, I fully expected the opposite, to the point where my eyes informed me that Sizemore had caught the ball, and continued to insist that he had several seconds after my ears announced otherwise. And thus the A's not only won, but won 10-7.
First the Red Sox overcome a five-run deficit after eight innings of being shut out. Now the A's aim their loaded rookie at the Indians and say, "Make my day." What next?