Angels 4, Astros 1
W: Wilson (1-0)
L: Humber (0-3)
She plays castanets, she works without a net
I like her better when she walks away
She said she was mine, she told me twice
I like her better when she walks away
Yeah, I like her better when she walks away
I like her better when she never stays
I like her better when she danced my way
I like her better when she walks away
Sometimes it’s the exhilaration of the tease. Those moments where you’re close, near as a whisper and the electricity jumps from her arm to your hand but you don’t dare to draw the distance. When you were a child, blowing bubbles…did you like to pop them, or follow that lone stray floating on the wind, hoping that it would be the one to escape and your eyes were the last to mark its flight?
Something about the number of chances makes the tease stronger, warps it until it takes on all the depth and meaning of truth. As long as you don’t blow on the smoke you can watch it curl and embrace and pretend that it’s more than you know it is, as real as a dream. Just don’t shine too bright a light this way.
The Angels were supposed to be better than this. That’s a hell of a lineup over there. We can laugh and smirk about how some of those millionaires are past their sell-by date, but when you turn the light on they’re still a really big guy with a bludgeon standing in that alley. You might make it through, but you know you aren’t going to just saunter by.
Sure enough, the Angels brought the stick today. They didn’t use it often but they did show it enough to remind everyone that money, luck and smarts are the way to the bright lights. Humber was great, and he’s been great – much better than we had the right to expect. He scattered seven hits over seven innings, but one of them was an opposite field home run muscled out by Trout on a high fastball. In the meantime, C. J. Wilson was the beneficiary of Houston’s weakness as he walked the tightrope through six, walking four and giving up five hits but only one run.
Despite multiple 3-2 counts (seven?), the Astro offense was so inept with runners in scoring position that they resorted to a squeeze bunt attempt in the sixth inning with runners on second and third, down by one. It was so close you could feel her breath on your neck, but if you turned to meet it she’d melt away.
I do love watching her walk though.
The skies are fire and he’s waiting to die
And his heart’s as empty as a dead man’s eyes
She held his hands, looked him in the eye
She said “Believe, Believe and everything will be fine.”