Game 15, Rangers at Mariners
DMZ · April 18, 2006 at 6:19 pm · Filed Under Game Threads
7:05. Koronka v Hernandez. KSTW for TV, or you can walk down to the stadium and get a nice ticket still.
How will you celebrate Felix day? Other than taking the server down by posting a ton of comments. You rascals. Go buy some USSM T-shirts.
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So why is Willie still batting?
Because he’s the kind of player that creates runs. Hendu just said so.
and the ballgame is over with francisco cordero closing it out in the 9th… Another loss where were 2 hits away from breaking it open and we can’t… this could be a looooooong season
hargrove WHY!!! why waste soriano tonight… can bavasi FIRE HARGROVE!
In order to see Petagine pinch hit I imagine we have to get to the 8th hitter in the lineup.
he might come up for lopez
Solo homer does nothing for us, I imagine it’s gotta be when there’s a few guys on.
This thing on?
If King Felix stays angry on Sunday, I will feel sorry for the Tigers having to endure another Leyland explosion.
Attendance watch: 17,927
Uh-oh…
A brief aside on aggressive baserunning…
In Tuesday’s Jays-Yankees game, Toronto started the game aggressive on the bases, hoping to sneak some cheap runs early against Randy Johnson. It wasn’t working. But the Unit was getting hit hard, and got pulled after issuing his second walk. Torre put Proctor in the game.
The Jays annoucers then said, “Proctor’s had some control problems in the past, so the Jays would be smart to put on the brakes out there. They’ve already run themselves into two outs.” Smart situational baserunning advice coming from the announcers. Nice.
on carl, his OPS is now just over .740.
i wonder what kind of performance he would have to pull for people to stop complaining about him.
A spring day most beautiful, and full of potential; thus fortified, went forth to the game, I did in hope of Fortunato, one Felix by name. I was unfavorably reminded of Kingdome Daze thought in error to be past: The stadium, far short of half filled by a tame crowd, and one evenso disappointed quickly; pitcher on the mound having trouble throwing strikes and keeping the ball in the park; the Home Nine pecking fecklessly at the plate, hoping to win but doing little to manufacture the means to such an end.
“And pray for those who were in ships, and
Ended their voyage on sand, in the sea’s lips
Or in the dark throat which will not reject them
Or wherever cannot reach them the sound of the sea bell’s
Perpetual angelus.”
Looking at the crowd, I’d like to think Lincoln & Armstrong regret on their offseason’s disinclination to shake up the roster more emphatically and so give the fans reason to show. If the Golden Goose of Safeco isn’t dead yet, it’s got it’s legs in the air (and I don’t mean the white meat’s flying, neither).
“While time is withdrawn, consider the future
And the past with an equal mind.”
Felix is coming round, though clearly not there yet. Way, way too many pitches hit in the air. However: 95, 96, 97 steady through the first 80 pitches, then 93, 94 after that but better ’cause the ball had more sink. The low orbiting satellite Nevin hit out was up over the plate; Wilkerson’s cannon shot wasn’t down either. Is Felix tipping his pitches?? I know the other guys have to be sitting on his fastball, but still. In the third, he looked to finally get some rhythm going. Remember, he had some wild starts down at Tacoma last year early on. When we saw him up with Seattle late last summer, he was all the way stretched out and in a groove. We haven’t watched him before now feeling his way to his best form in April. His stuff is still wicked; the wins will come.
“These are only hints and guesses,
Hints followed by guesses; and the rest
is prayer . . . .”
Can this team hit lefty starters? Not hardly. Wimpy Bloomquist in the lineup at least justifies the decision, ’cause he does make some contact there. Wonder what ‘explanation’ Grover’s feeding JR about his sitting when another opposing lefty starts; “It’s not a platoon [’cause I don’t have a serious platoon partner], it’s [blanket filler].” Beltre looks as bad in person as he does on the Godbox; godawful, that is. He did go the other way on several pitches at least. Sexson was manfully trying to outdo him at flailing at unreachable pitches. The umpire seemed to give out sugarplum called strikes to both teams whenever he felt like it; the call on Johjima to smother the Ms last rally was terrible, a real blow. The team looked utterly lifeless, perhaps rightly dispirited by the Win the Monster Ate that was the horror feature the night before. Despite outhitting Texas, and K-ing more of them, the Mariners flummoxed to another loss. That’s what happens when you don’t have power hitters: no confidence, just want-to.
“Fare forward, travellers!”
[A seeming digression but not so, as it speaks to the pointlessness of subjectivity’s time-dependence. Capsulation if you must: “It’s early yet!”]
Thinking on the game I was later to go see, sitting in the spring sun listening to _Lamentations of Jeremiah_ by Thomas Tallis, blessed motet (and as ‘twould prove, only too apt motif for the night to follow), I minded upon Jeff’s digression some weeks since on April’s supposed disfavor, and pulled out T. S. Eliot’s _Four Quartets_, to read again ‘The Dry Salvages,’ from which I quoted above.
. . . The aspirin-ations therein of the failed Christian’s endless depression miss, for me, the sense of April’s cool and most un-cruel timeless resurrection of life’s indissoluble, uncleveable continuum of song. [I should mention that I’m pagan on my best days, and a realist on the rest.] To the contrary then, a few words, so:
Spring’s Difference Engine’s Calculation: One Is One
1 Fells 1 Tracery 06
Fortunate fares the one-seed, borne on air
Amidst the voiced parts eliding where time sings of earth
And vice versa; becoming’s beingless principle, not yet land-rapt, still
More light than space, spoilless, ever-ready yet ’til now unbefallen.
Seemingly graspable (in principle) this chaff bit prime,
It proves escapable time on time—fleck, flick, flitter, of a flock
Now, all the same yet different—differentiable its arc sublime
But not its lofted purpose, not its explanans, not its compassing design,
If any: There’s the germ within the question. Canny sun
Discovers one truth of it; makes, remarks that dear-bought proof,
A revelation of one web within, apparent in trim frame;
One of many, one-of-all, all chance-wraught, all indifferentiably the same.
Same time, same earth, same air surrounds us all. Small seeded
Differences within initial circumstance of form seemingly fissure to define
‘Thou-ness’ from ‘One-I-One;’ sensible distinctions those thus chased
However false: In truth the song, the singers, and their hour
all weaved intertwined,
All in unison a-borning, unbeginning because unending;
mourning on to morning all ineffably the same.
good god, is this what the m’s season has become?
Fewest attendance in safeco history in Felix day.
Depressing.
I notice that the March limited editions t-shirts still seem to be available…