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Astros at Phillies, 4/13/07
Astros 9, Phillies 6
W: Roy (2-0) L : B Myers (0-2)
Road to 3000: 2,939 (1-5)
Read Astros.com story, not Footer, she was on the TV. (http://http://houston.astros.mlb.com/news/gameday_recap.jsp?ymd=20070413&content_id=1896605&vkey=recap&fext=.jsp&c_id=hou)
AP version (http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/recap?gid=270413122)
Here it is, the wampeter, foma and granfalloon,
That was ugly. Tons of ugliness. Start with the guy in the fur coat. Ensberg’s glasses. Luke Scott’s burka outfit. Garner running out to argue the arguable balk call on Roy in the 5th that gave the Phillies their 6th run. Roy doing his best to get his ass thrown out arguing the arguable balk call, until Berkman ran in and pulled him away. The clown running out on the field, being chased down but not before some other fan chucked a bottle at him. OP flinging his bat in the stands and having to argue with the kid to get the bat back. Antonio Alfonseca. Stripes are not necessarily slimming. Rick White’s beard and his enormous HoJo facade looking forehead.
“I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.”
The thing started ugly. In the bottom of the 1st , “The Oswalt Inning”, Roy had 2 outs, nobody on, he walked two, then gave up 3 hits, a bloop to right, a dribbler down the 3b line, and a grounder in the hole to short, 3 runs scored. All the hits occurred with 2 strikes on the batter. Roy threw about 50 pitches in the inning.
But the Astros got a run back when Flapjack put an easy swing on an outside fastball, the high fly cut through the swirling cold wind and landed in the right field stands.
No one was immune from heckling in this game. In the 3rd, Ausmus popped a double to right that scooted into the corner. When he pulled into 2nd, we could see Rollins chiding him for not trying for 3rd. Oswalt and Biggio couldn’t get him over. But Ensberg, peering through his Kent type moire mirrored shades, walked. Baba Looey followed with another walk. Loading the bases. This time El Kabong got a side of salami with his flapjacks. The 10th grandslam of his career. The score was 5-3 in the 3rd.
In the 4th, add on, Ensberg gets his 1st homer of the season. Jumping on a hanging slider to put 3 more runs across. 8-3.
Roy tried to shorten his innings and challenge but he just didn’t have the control tonight. “Worst game of my career” he said. With one out in the 4th, bases loaded, he got a bouncer to Everett, but it was too slow and they only got the force at 2nd. Howard lined a single to score another run in the inning. Then there was the balk in the 5th, and it was 8-6 and Roy was done. 120 pitches on the night. But he made it through 5 and was in line to push his career win total to include two zeros.
“We are impossibly conceited animals, and actually dumb as heck. Ask any teacher. You don't even have to ask a teacher. Ask anybody. Dogs and cats are smarter than we are."
The Karma Kid worked the 6th. His fastball sizzled, with movement at 97. He allowed 2 base runners. One he hit in the foot with a short slider. The other, he got a ground ball to 3rd. It bounced off Ensberg, Everett got the caroom, but threw low to 1st and the ball glanced off Berkman’s scoop. The runner from 1st tried for 3rd, Berkman fired across the infield, but again the ball ricocheted off Ensberg’s glove. Lee backing up, tried to corral it, the ball scooted away and Lee chased it into foul territory, finally killing it with a stick. Fantastically, the runner on 1st didn’t advance and nobody scored. Lidge blows off the pinball antics in the infield and Ks Werth with electric fastballs to end the inning.
The Kid is trying to atone for whatever turmoil he caused in his previous life by passing through each inning as quietly as possible. He doesn’t want to spend his next incarnation gliding through the seas, filter feeding and flapping his large, fleshy pectoral fins.
The defensive play of the game came in the 8th. Runners 1st and 2nd , no outs. Very Large, Very Scary, Ryan Howard pokes a single to right. Luke Scott, wrapped from head to toe, with his twingy right elbow, charges and comes up throwing a one hop rope. Ausmus fields it, turns into the collision with Victorino, and holds on for the out. No veronica tag here.
Qualls comes on, runners 1st and 3rd. Because it skimmed over the head of the cutoff man, Howard had not advanced on the throw. Then Qualls throws one pitch, grounder to 3d. Ensberg charges, lets the ball get in on his shoe. But he makes the off balance cross body throw to 2nd. Biggio humps his throw to 1st to get the double play. One pitch, two outs for Qualls.
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
Lee gets his 3rd homer of the night to dead center, making it a short stack. The first 3 homer night of his career. Wheeler comes on, strikes out the side and gets the save as boos rain down.
So it goes.