Game 64, Mariners at Blue Jays
4:07. Washburn v Lisch.
I know many of you out there are a little upset with the Mariners right now, and unsure of what the future holds.
But rest easy, because Jarrod Washburn’s contract runs through 2009 (at $10m). And so does Miguel Batista’s (at $9m) deal. And Silva’s here through 2011 ($11m for next year), and thank goodness, because he’s got the ERA under six of this bunch.
That’s $30m for what will be 103 years of baseball experience. Ahhhhh. A back-end rotation that goes a hair over five and a third innings a start. A semi-rotation that can’t buy a strikeout but, fortunately, gives out ball four passes a little less than you’d expect.
What’s more, each of them will remind us a season past: Washburn of the 2006 campaign that made his contract seem superficially a good deal, Batista, of the off-season when signing Miguel Batista to a three year deal seemed like one of the more reasonable pitching contracts and of his participation in the 88-win team that convinced the front-office they were a contender… and Silva, best of all, this year’s disaster, a reminder that no one in the organization’s learning anything about anything.
What’s with that :07, anyway? Is there some kind of US:Canadian conversion issue at work here? Was :05 too soon after dinner but :10 ran into the kids bedtimes?
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nice to know it only took until mid-June for him to actually act on a threat.
Yuni must go…he’s had too many easy plays that have hurt the team…I’ve always loved the kid, and I love his aggressiveness on the basepaths (even when he gets out) but that throw was terrible…the guys in the booth tried to sugar-coat it of course saying he didn’t have time because it was hit so hard…the replay showed he obviously had time to set his feet and make a good throw…I’ve always thought he was a cheap, solid piece to build the team on, but I’m sick of it…he should go…
I like it. I can already see the first commercial of the ad campaign. It opens with a WWII bomber, “The Liberator,†dropping a bomb on a battleship flying the Mariners flag, the billowing orange explosion a stark contrast to the vertical sheets of rain pummeling steel. It ends with the survivors on a life raft, including Richie Sexson, who says, “Whew! That was close . . .†just before a shark leaps out of the water and bites off his head.
Highlights in between include:
– Bavasi, eyes wild with bewilderment, trying to plug a large hole with Jose Vidro and Miguel Cairo;
– Ghost of Doyle chilling in the crow’s nest;
– McLaren posting a seating arrangement for the life raft, and then changing it again and again and again before eventually going down with the ship;
– Lee Elia, a survivor on the life raft, demanding that everyone row like Robin Ventura. (“No, no, no! Finish high! One hand! Up here! Like Ventura!â€);
– Bloomquist, hustling for the departing life raft, is spotted by Ichiro who is already on board. Ichiro screams, “Wait!†He runs to the back of the raft, crow-hops, and fires a baseball that drills Blooquist square in the tenders. Bloomquist drops in a fetal ball of pain and Ichiro, clearly pleased, struts back to his seat at the front of the ship;
– Back to Bavasi, tightening the final knot on a life raft he fashioned by tying Washburn, Silva and Bataista tied together. He shoves the raft in the water and tentatively hops aboard. Relief washes over the faces of the four men as it floats perfectly. Bavasi opens his mouth to say something and *bloop* it sinks like a rock.