HBP

I take a perverse pleasure every time his number increases and feel something akin to, not, but akin to, pride that he is the HBP leader in both leagues. In the eighth inning tonight, HBP hit a Y and was ejected from the game by an overreacting ump. It was an unfair ejection, yet I was tickled. Not just because he hit a Y. That’s a bonus, of course. It’s that I’ve come to count on at least one batter getting it and I feel a little cheated if HBP makes it through an entire game without adding one to his magical number.

We narrowly won tonight, but we won with HBP pitching eight innings before his ejection. JJ was brilliant and Sherrill showed us his specialty, his own unique flavor of fan torture.

Final score: 7-6 thanks to Huff’s insurance homer in the 9th. I can’t say what I want to say because I don’t want to jinx it, but I know you know what I’m thinking.

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