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a light on the tv running parallel to me
truth is, i stopped where i did in that last post because i didn't know what to do. who should have won this game? who should have lost? detached from the situation, my first inclination is, "what happened...simply is."
SS Alex Cintron:
SINGLES down the first-base line.
E. Byrnes scores.
so there you go. that's what happened. the twins scored three runs in the bottom of the ninth to tie the jays at eight -- all without making an out. without making their twenty-seventh and final out, and losing the game.
mercifully toronto reliever knott is removed after cintron's single, but aquilino lopez gives up a base hit to joe mauer and suddenly the jays need an out just to get to extra innings.
and noah lowry, the third reliever of the inning, gets that out. corey koskie bounces to second. ordinarily that would beg the question -- if they needed a left-handed reliever, why not pitch him from the beginning instead of watching their "closer" blow the game? -- but the game's moving on, improbably, to the tenth, even though the twins don't have a catcher and have to play fifth infielder mcgehee there. yeah, i know, mauer pinch-hit, why the hell can't he catch? let's pretend he pulled a hammy.
aaron fultz can't handle all of the tomfoolery and starts walking people, nix and delgado and restovich in between fly outs, and toronto's got a chance to get the lead again even after a pale hose style meltdown. who is smiling down on this team?
but eric hinske is a bust there ear, he sucks, and swings at a pitch in his eyes and pops it up on the infield, and it's still at crazy eights as the twins get their shot to win it.
and they give it a go. torii hunter leads off with a double off the left-center field fence, and suddenly all toronto can do is hope against hope that the left-hander lowry gets out of it. an intentional walk to neutralize the salmonella in carlos lee's bat, and then an out! michael cuddyer pops out behind second.
but it's not meant to be. this was an 8-3 game at one point. now toronto's fighting for their proverbial lives. they aren't going to pull off a win in a case like that. brad fullmer clubs a single so hard that the winning run hunter is actually held up at third despite being pretty nimble. that loads the bases, leaving toronto's only out as two of 'em -- a double play or bust. but casey mcgehee slaps your typical infield-in hit -- line drive over everyone's head that first bounces just behind second base, hunter romps home, and the crowd goes wild.
that loses the game for a team from canada, and instead of 8-3, they're 7-4. an eyelash of difference, superficially.
i pulled an eyelash out of my eye right now with a little tug. man, those things are tiny.
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