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life on other planets, like canada
the roof doesn't start to cave until the seventh, as mr. halladay had looked like the ace he is in the fourth and fifth and neatly sidestepped a sixth-inning jam by striking out josh "broccoli rabe." you know, i swear i already nicknamed someone "broccoli." but damned if i can remember who, and the name rabe is just crying out for that prefix.
but in the seventh, halladay hits the wall, giving up hard-hit singles to koskie and hunter and then a hard shot off the bat of carlos lee that ends up inches away from landing in the bleachers rather than the glove of vernon wells. it still goes down as a sacrifice fly, and after handing out a free pass, carlos tosca's seen enough, bringing on skinny right-hander angel guzman, trying to hold onto a spot in the major leagues after winning 12 tampa's triple-a club in durham, also posting a 2.42 earned run average and fanning over a batter an inning.
the live-armed right-hander doesn't notch a strikeout, though. instead, he misses out over the plate with a fastball, and brad fullmer (remember him?) hits a screamer right on the nose -- and right at the glove of the pitcher guzman. michael cuddyer falls down trying to scramble back to first, tearing his pants right at the crotch in the process, and as he sits there, seething in a pile of dirt, fertilizer, little bugs, his own piss, and frustration, guzman lobs the ball over to carlos delgado. double play, inning over. 8-4. roy halladay ended up with a pitching line that looks roughly like 2 out of mark buehrle's three starts this year -- six and a third, four runs -- but with all those runs his mates gave him, he's in line for the win anyway.
but the jays seem determined to throw that away -- literally, as eric hinske gives eric byrnes first base by fielding a routine ground ball and then throwing it halfway to palookaville. two batters later, jason "jayback" bartlett doubles, and it's 8-5. lefty les walrond comes on and induces corey koskie to hit a chopper up the middle that orlando hudson fields...then bobbles, grabs it again, quick as he can and fires it -- wildly, desperately, wide of first. that 8-3 lead is one swing away from becoming but an agonizing memory.
but torii hunter flies out to right, and it stays an 8-5 game. "all you touch turns to lead?" not for the jays. no matter what they do, they can't screw this one up.
or can they?
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