Garland surrenders
Adam Dunn's leadoff single in the top of the third but responds with a crescendo of sorts, striking out
Ichiro Suzuki after a tense, brilliant 16-pitch at-bat. He follows that up with a punch out of
Rich Aurilia, the world's worst number five hitter, but then
Dunn steals second on the first pitch to
Doug Mientkietriple. I argue the call, trying to spare myself the misery of watching us blow
the entire series in one game, but no luck.
Garland throws another lousy pitch to "Zwieback", who hits another hard bouncer that cuts up the infield dirt, but this time it is up the middle and
Adam Kennedy is able to keep it in the first line. Because he is eXtreme, he even converts the out over at first with a gladiatorial strike.
The bottom of our order goes down without a peep in the third, putting
Ohka at twenty-seven pitches through nine outs, with
Garland at a count roughly two-hundred twenty-five percent higher. Then the rains fall too heavily for baseball for about an hour, making pitch counts sort of irrelevant and allowing at least one senseless idealist to see a little bit of sunshine even as the downpour subsides only to a drizzle.
Jon Moo puts a damper on that by immediately surrendering a home run to
Rob Hammock to start the fourth, a titanic blast to left-center that a hydrogen-and-oxygen soaked
Raul "The Element"
Gonzalez doesn't even bother to look at. Only saving grace is that when the ball lands, it sends up a little spray, giving us a little bit of Kauffman Stadium at home; comforting, considering how the visitors usually fare there.
Mike "

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Nannini gets up in the bullpen at that point, but there is no joy in Mudville, Chicago, even when a muddy
Garland muddles his way through the rest of the inning without mucking things up more. We're knee-deep in a three-nothing puddle.
Ohka's perfect game finally ends with the start of his second trip around the order, as
Ramon Vazquez cracks a hard grounder to the left side of the infield that
Rich Aurilia can't do anything but stop.
Adam Kennedy improbably follows with a single through the middle and
Vazquez pushes himself toward third and, with a grand slide into the mud, makes good on it, giving us runners at the corners with no one out and the heart of the order up.