Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Jints 3
Astros 1
W: Lincecum (8-2) | L: Oswalt (5-9) | S: Wilson (20)
A million apologies to Jason Castro, who will undeservedly get short shrift in his first SnS recap, as I have spent the morning watching Univision in my red white and blue body paint and novelty wig. Given the result, I’m heading out to burn some couches and cars, before settling in for a productive afternoon at the office (read: hitting the booze like Don Fucking Draper).
As for the game, Castro’s first on the big club was individually memorable in spite of the loss. The kid picked up a hit against Lincecum in his first MLB at-bat – a line single into center – and scored the Astros’ only run of the night. Not shabby at all, and he added to it by throwing out a pair of runners trying to swipe second. Castro’s parents were in attendance – being stalked relentlessly by Patti Smith – and his mom was especially giddy over everything he did. It just good to see someone genuinely happy while watching the Astros play baseball for a change.
Apart from Castro’s debut, it was a solid pitcher’s duel, With Lincecum again getting the best of Oswalt. The score probably would have been higher on both sides, but the two pitchers took turns mangling the art of bunting beyond recognition, ruining a few opportunities along the way. Roy absolutely shit on a great chance when he popped a bunt up weakly to the catcher with runners on first and second and nobody out. Bourn followed with a double that should have scored both runners, so hopefully Roy took responsibility for his part in the lack of offense last night.
At least Lincecum’s failures with bunting lead to some quality entertainment from Twinkie, as he unsuccessfully fake-dropped one pop-up to attempt a double play, with some of the best acting I’ve seen since… earlier in the day in the World Cup, I guess. The second pop-up was even better, as Fat Elvis lumbered down the line in a valiant effort to snare it, belly-flopping spectacularly into foul territory like someone threw him off a deer stand.
But all this is losing talk, and ‘mericans like winnin’. So here’s some fucking WIN…