Mariners 3 Astros 2
contributed by Mr. Happy
Ask me for the world
It doesn’t seem much
Ask me for the moon, dear
And I’ll reach out and touch
Anything for you, for you, dear, only
But please don’t ask me to be lonely
Finally, last night, I had all that I could take of Alan Ashby during the game, muted the television and turned on my iPod. The above song (“Please Don’t Ask Me to be Lonely”) by the Dubs, a wistful doo wop song, came on. I thought to myself “Happy, what’s the problem here?” I indeed was lonely.
And the problem was not that the Astros stink. They do. On ice. It’s not that the club was forced to move to the softball league, although that sucks too. Double FYB. The problem last night was that I was jonesing for a witty Jimmy D quip, and there was none to be had.
In my opinion, a lot of the angst and ennui that has been expressed here on SnS would have been assuaged by the chuckles that Deshaies brought to the booth each and every night. Such would have brought palliative aid and succor to the suffering throng of Astros fans. Of course, given that many of us can’t even watch the games, courtesy of a negotiations clusterfuck, it may have been worse to have still had Deshaies and simply not been able to watch him work.
This brings me to the real purpose of this piece, i.e., to report on last night’s ball game, which the hated, fucking, cock-sucking Seafarers won 3-2. Jordan Lyles still gets behind too many hitters and then magnifies that error by throwing something in the Happy Zone, which two Mariners’ hitters deposited in the seats for all of their runs. Lyles lasted six frames and didn’t have a bad line, fanning four and only issuing two free passes and four hits. The problem was that two of those hits left the yard.
There were some positive signs last night. Castro continues to show that he’s blossomed as a big league hitter. Brett Wallace hit another tater, his 12th, a pull shot, which I think that is a possible sign that he’s getting the hang of hitting inside pitches. I’ve always believed that Wallace should hit in the show. I think that he’s got a lot of good baseball left in him. I wouldn’t discount him in ST next year and assume that the club is simply going to hand the first sack job to Singleton. Finally, the beleaguered bully tossed three innings of shutout baseball, surrendering two hits and fanning four. Chapman continues to impress.
All in all, it wasn’t a poor effort by the Home Nine. However, it still wasn’t enough to beat those hated fucking Mariners. Sigh.