Here we are in the second inning of Thursday nights' game. Already it's practically 10 o'clock in Houston and Wandy is in trouble. He's been staked to a one run lead when Chris Burke hacked a triple (double and error by all rights, still he' s on third) into the right field gap. Comes home on a Q roller to short. But. Wandy pissed that and his control away, resulting in a three run homer by Glaus.
Not content with falling behind 3-1 he loads the bases with a walk and a couple singles. In the midst of all this there is a procession of people to the mound. Q made 3 trips, Hickey 1, Everett 1, the ump a couple times to see what the fun was all about, and then Berkman. It was like an intervention.
But Elvis's visit proved to be the best. With the bases loaded, nobody out, Berkman had a cunning plan. In fact it was so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel. When Rodriguez heard it he said, "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Contemptible. Worth a try."
What possessed these two to think they could pull this one off? Wandy hadn't been able to throw a strike, how did he think he was going to slip one in between the runner and the bag? And how in the world did Twinkle Toes think he was going to sneak in behind the runner? Disaster, Wandy hit the runner in the back, the ball got by, and two runs scored. Solved the bases loaded problem though.
The Astros weren't able to get the extra hit in a couple situations to get the score closer; most notably in the 4th when Engsberg looked at a called 3rd strike with the bases loaded. The D'Backs finished up their scoring with a couple more homeruns. I think Meat Loaf said it best when he sang, "Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night, I can see paradise by the dash board light." Or maybe it was the other thing.
On to S.F.
