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I’m sorry

I went away this weekend to meet my treacherous cousin who was passing through Asheville. Treacherous because of the conversation we had about the Orioles in which she spat, without warning, something awful like, “The Orioles suck and they always lose.”

Dear Reader, do not hold it against her. She is unconvertible and unteachable. I pitied and forgave her ignorance and you must too. She is from my mother’s side of the family and they are verily lacking in the valuable genetic material that creates an Orioles fan. It is just one of the many tragic genetic disorders that plague the human race and we must live with the hope that stem cell research will advance quickly enough to save these unfortunate misfits.

Of course, never did I imagine that while I was enjoying a weekend away, the Orioles were doing just the thing my cousin prophesied, in all her spite and venom. I suppose I am to blame. I shouldn’t have assumed that I could leave the Orioles unsupervised for a weekend. And, I have new appreciation for the fast forward button on the DVR to speed me through the awful bits. At least Milwaukee ended their losing streak, if they had one.

One note on Saturday’s game. Funny how Cabrera’s HBP count didn’t advance in a game in which he was also batting. Hmm…

Nevermind, every day is a fresh start.

Insert Bad Word Here

I don’t even want to talk about it.

I had resigned myself that we were going to lose until Roberts hit the most impossible homer in the bottom of the ninth with two outs, to tie the game. And then there was triple shot Sherrill. You know how I said that I was on board? I was wrong. Turns out, I’m really not. Why can’t we keep Jimmy Johnson in? What’s wrong with him?

Again, maybe my expectations are far too high, but I expect a closer that everyone is wild about to be one who doesn’t walk batters, doesn’t load the bases, doesn’t put us in a position in the ninth inning where there’s a runner on third. Am I wrong that a starter could pitch with the same quality in the ninth that we’re getting from our closers? Why not just keep in Cabrera? What, because you’re worried that he’ll hit a couple of batters? Okay, okay, I’ll grant you that. Still, a closer should be fresh, should be throwing his best stuff. In short, the closer should be unhittable.

Yesterday was like ‘79 in so many ways. Except that I didn’t retreat to my bedroom to cry into my pillow.

Sherrill owes us for that one.

Cabrera HPB: 11

Whatever

I don’t even want to talk about it, except to apologize if my post earlier in the Series was a jinx in any way. Where’s Mindpinball when you need someone to blame?

Hope you’re all having a wonderful Friday and ready for this weekend against the team that caused the single most disappointing moment of my childhood.

One more thing, if I get wind of any Sister Sledge song playing at Camden Yards, there will be hell to pay.

Danny Boy

So that was an interesting game. It all started out so lovely with two back to back Oriole homeruns. Things were progressing so well that I felt a little pity for Minnesota. Mora made such an outstanding play at third that I renamed this blog, “Mora” with the intent to honor him for 24 hours. Two innings later, he failed to get an out at first, so I changed the name back. Probably not his fault. I looked up from the computer to see Mora standing on the infield grass, looking hopelessly toward first holding a ball that was essentially useless to helping the Orioles in any way.

I think I’m beginning to understand what happened while I was on vacation…

When I saw that Danny was pitching tonight, I was happy. I think my exact words were, “Oh, goody!” He is such an enormous, imposing figure, ten feet of him towering over the mound. From the batter’s perspective, I like to imagine that facing Danny when he’s on his game is like staring down a black bear.

Tonight just wasn’t one of those nights. Tonight was more of a “face a kitten” sort of night. Danny played with the prey okay, he rolled over and purred a little, let them rub his belly, got in a few scratches, but he never got around to the ‘killing the prey” part. When he hits a batter and we’re playing the Red Sox or the Ys, I really don’t mind too much, and if I’m being honest, I even relish it a little. When we’re playing any other team, though, it’s just not helpful. Before tonight’s game, Cabrera was third in the league for hitting batters. Now, he is unsurpassed, he leads both leagues in HBP, at eight. Justin Verlander of Detroit and Tim Wakefield of Boston both have seven. Pretty soon, if he keeps it up, someone is going to model an XBOX game after him. You get points if you can get to base without being hit. In fact, I think baseball ought to invent a new stat, “Batters who got on base without 1) being walked or 2) being hit by Cabrera.

Oh well, hopefully he’ll be back on his game soon. As to the rest of the game, in the immortal words of Forrest Gump, “That’s all I have to say about that.”

This is a perfect segue for a post I was preparing earlier in the week. My friend R at work who has been a fan even longer than I, in my decrepit old age, is a veritable treasure trove of interesting baseball stories that he regales me with when we meet by chance in the breakroom. Sometimes, bumping into him is the best thing that happens to me at work all week. The other day he said, “You remember Don Baylor?” “Oh! Yes,” I replied somewhat hesitantly, by which I meant, yes I know him, I know I saw him play, but I can’t say I remember a lot else about him. R continued, “Of course you would, he’s an Oriole,” to which we both nodded and had a little chuckle, the unstated ending being, “You Orioles nut, you!”

R went on to tell me about one of Baylor’s most notable stats. These days, as you know, batters don’t particularly like being hit by pitches. In the best of circumstances, it’s the stuff that can make for bench clearing brawls. That wasn’t always so. Batters of a previous era sometimes used it as a strategy to get on base. Don Baylor, for example, would deliberately lean into the pitch and has one of the highest HBP numbers of anyone. Look at this (scroll down to the bottom of the page to see his numbers). I looked up other batters and couldn’t even find the stat for most.

Next R and I had a good discussion about the merits of the DH, which according to him are “none,” most especially because if you’re a pitcher and you know you’re coming up to bat soon, you won’t likely be inclined to intentionally throw at the opposing team. To wit, he gave this example that I found described on Askmen.com as one of the top 10 best sports brawls:

San Diego Padres vs. Atlanta Braves
August 12, 1984

This one started out ugly and just got worse. It began when Pascual Perez, pitcher for the Braves, threw at the Padres’ lead-off man, Alan Wiggins, on the opening pitch. San Diego responded by throwing at Perez every time he came to bat. The benches were destined to cleared, and they were — twice. When the dust settled, 19 players were ejected and five spectators were arrested for their unruly behavior. Tensions spread to the post-game interviews when the Braves’ manager, Joe Torre, likened the San Diego bench boss, Dick Williams, to a man named Hitler.

Aftermath: Five players and Perez were suspended for three games, while Dick Williams was suspended for 10 days and fined $10, 000.

Somehow, I see a moment like that in our future. It’s okay, tonight is a new night and we will start fresh.

Today’s Game

I had to leave the office early for an emergency at home that began with “Orioles” and ended with “vs. Oakland.” Today’s game was pretty good. We came from behind and took the lead, in the seventh, I think it was. (I’m feeling too lazy to look it up.) Then the rest of the game was…, and here, I’ve been struggling most of the night to find the right word to describe it, but it rhymes with “SCHMOD” and “SCHMAMMIT!!!!!”

Yes, Oakland won again in the bottom of the 10th. I was really bummed too because I wanted to know if Roberts would have to bat again. My husband often asks me to explain the rules. (I never realized there are so many.) Today I figured out one rule I don’t know. Roberts was in the middle of his at bat when Hernandez was thrown out at first base (schmammit!). It was the third out. Would Roberts come up to bat in the 11th, starting with the same count? I’m racking my brain, but I don’t know the answer. It’s such a rare thing or I really don’t pay very close attention. How do I not know that?

Anyway, the game ended with some Oakland schmain in the schmass (not bothering to look it up) hitting a homerun to left field. The first camera angle didn’t show the ball bouncing off the foul pole, only it landing to the left side of it in the stands. I couldn’t figure out how it could be a homerun and thought I was really losing it, like there was some other really obscure rule that I know nothing about, or that everyone on the field was drugged up or crazy. I have to be honest, I often feel like the rest of the world is crazy and acts in a bizarre manner, so it wasn’t really that disconcerting. I’m kind of used to it.

We had our way with Oakland last year. I suppose I shouldn’t have assumed this series would be the same. Tomorrow is a fresh start, hopefully one that includes more RBIs when we have men on base!

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