Game Report, Indians over M’s, 9-5
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Okay, sorry, I ended up having to cover for a Prospectus content outage and I turned around a column when I got back from the game.
So! Notes from the game. But first —
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On to the game!
Today’s early omen came when I was waiting for my bus to downtown and a bunch of helicopters flew over. Because I was a bit of a military geek in my youth (as every other boy I knew was, to some degree), I could guess that it was a pair of Kiowa scouts, then two pairs of Apaches, then a trailing Kiowa. The Apaches appeared loaded, I couldn’t make out enough details on the Kiowas to see if they were. Seven helicopters, apparantly armed, loud, passing between me and the five o’clock overcast sky, then heading southwest. Who bases attack helicopters near Bellevue? What the hell were they doing? If there were heading to Kent/Renton/Auburn, couldn’t they at least have called me and asked for some targeting suggestions (please note that I am not suggesting the Army should use precision munitions to exact petty revenge for my childhood, only that they should maybe give them a good scare)?
So with a knot of fear that something requiring attack helicopters was happening in Seattle, I headed to the game.
Edgar is awesome. I almost expect to see him or Ichiro! do a full Matrix mind-over-matter feat soon, where for his record-setting hit Ichiro! hits a ball back to Orix, or in Edgar’s last game he goes 10 for 5 with ten monster home runs.
Overheard at the Ballpark, 9/8 edition:
“After a grand slam, the next at-bat is always a pop-up… but if you get eight base hits in a row, it kiiiillls them.”
Bonus overhead at the Ballpark, 9/8 edition:
“What? That’s insane. Do you have any idea the probabilities against getting eight base hits in a row? You can’t — the OPS those guys would have — there’s no way you can–”
“Well, uh, that’s why you need a bunch of Ichiros in your lineup.”
Once again, I had a great seat and the Mariners were stomped. Look… I’m not a suspicious person. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time you’ve probably seen me take a swipe at astrologers or purported psychics or whatever. And we can talk about small sample sizes, and the fact that the team isn’t good this year anyway… but at a certain point, the Mariners should consider paying me off to stay in my regular seats. I think we’re at that point.
Blowouts aren’t good for the fan base, they wear out the bullpen, and no one wants to be on ESPN four times in one night as the team getting shelled over and over. Does ESPN still air highlights anymore?
Wild pitches my eye. Olivo blocks pitches like he’s on tape delay. I’m not saying I’d rather have Wilson catching. As I’m fond of saying, Olivo’s a hit-and-throw catcher, rather than a catch-and-throw guy. It’s just that… come on, dude, this is the major leagues, and unless you’re Mike Piazza (younger, awesome version) you’ve got to get to some of those. Look for Wilson to be re-signed as a defensive specialist backstop next year.
Olivo at one point faked a passed ball, which was weird — he stabbed at it, snagging it, and kept turning away, eyes darting to second to see if he could get the runner to go. It was strange to see, but it is plausible: he lets a lot of balls go by, and the way he snagged it it didn’t make a noise when it hit the glove. Plausibility was further enhanced when he immediately let another ball by him, advancing the runner.
Uh, the rest of the game… bad. Bad defense, bad hitting, more bad defense… that was just ugly.