game x - chw (2-7) @ nyy (6-2) - "21 grams"
last year... blanked by bedard, not that there's anything wrong with that
this year... j. rauch (0-0, 1.93) @
j. schmidt (1-1, 2.57)
I don't expect to beat
Jason Schmidt, even when we score a first-inning run thanks to the brilliant trio of
Vazquez,
Kennedy, and
Ordonez. I just wish it wasn't
Jon Rauch throwing 57 pitches and just 23 strikes in the first two innings. I'd rather it be
Esteban Loaiza giving up
Jason Giambi's second and then third home run of the series, or leaving after five innings and one hundred and eleven lackluster pitches.
Or, as I glance up at the out-of-town scores, I'd rather it be
Jon Rauch no-hitting the
Empire through six, not
Paul Wilson turning the trick on the
Giants.
But, if nothing else,
Esteban Loaiza shouldn't have spun a shutout two days ago.
It all balances out in the end. The brilliant
Mark Prior gets bested by
Livan Hernandez in a 4-0 loss for our enemies to the north.
Wilson loses his no-no when
Ed Alfonzo loops a single over second base, and we lose our eighth ballgame of the year despite the best efforts of Messrs.
Gonzalez and
Torrealba, who each pound out a pair of hits.
C'est la vie. Tomorrow is another day -- our home opener, in fact -- and
Mark Buehrle's on the mound, a scant handful of days after
Esteban Loaiza single-handedly staved off the
Empire. Life is good.
Why get frustrated over the fact that it could be better?
CHW 2 NYY 7
WP: J. Schmidt (2-1)
LP: J. Rauch (0-1)
Coolest Catcher Alive... Yorvit Torrealba, hands down. He went eight for ninety-five in a burp of playing time over in
San Francisco last season. That's an .084 batting average, made even more sickly by
zero extra-base hits and 28 strikeouts to just five walks. But good ol'
Yorv is nine for his first twenty-nine this year, and by virtue of a sacrifice fly, has a higher batting average than on-base percentage. It's super-cool when those numbers are .310 and .300, especially when the memory of Mike Piazza's -.025 batting average is still in mind. I don't know whether
Yorvit is better suited to be the name of a child's toy, a candy bar, or a dinghy, but I suspect this fictional Chicago's going to find out.