Akinori Otsuka is the reliever who works the seventh inning and the seventh inning he does work. I assumed his command would be more reliable than
Kiko Calero's, but of course he runs the count up three-and-one on leadoff man
Luis Castillo. But the second baseman hits a harmless bouncer to first on a well-placed fastball.
Juan Pierre is a quick out on a foul pop-up and
Adam Dunn strikes out as he is wont to do. We're six outs away.
Zerbe rolls through the eighth as though our guys aren't even batting. For all I could care, they're not.
I leave
Otsuka in for the eighth because, racist that I am, he is from Japan and so is
Ichiro!, who's leading off the inning from the number four spot in the order. Mofo works a walk.
Rich Aurilia proceeds to hit into a double play, 3-6-3, and I wonder if someone somewhere for some reason.
Ten minutes later, somehow some way, someone somewhere got their wish. We leave the bases loaded in the top of the ninth, but Proven Closer (TM)
Joe Roa pitches a one-two-three bottom of the inning. We'd need to be perfect to beat a team that has won as many games and scored as many runs as these
Mariners have; for one day, we were, and yet think back to all the wasted opportunities and near-disasters. This was quintessential
Pale Hose, for better or for worse.
For one day, it was for better. Two more of those and we'll be in the freakin' league championship. Pinch me if I'm dreaming.
CHW 2 SEA 0
WP: M. Buehrle - 6 IP, 6 H, 0 R, 3 BB, 3 K, 99 pitches
LP: C. Nageotte - 6 IP, 6 H, 2 R, 1 BB, 5 K, 1 HR, 99 pitches
S: J. Roa
Game Ball Goes To... Butcher-boy third baseman
Munson, who despite his hideous and obvious flaws is beloved by chicks everywhere. Hoo boy, could it ever be more clear why?