Yet Another OOTP6 Dynasty: The Pale Hose

[UngratefulDead]

Just made my day, Craig.

[Tavarin]

Awesome news!

[canadiancreed]

how is this possible though, i though you lost everything?

[cknox0723]

Originally Posted by canadiancreed

how is this possible though, i though you lost everything?

New Jersey sets aside $380 Million for stem-cell research

Guess where some of that $380 mill. is going?

The actual answer to your question is much less interesting -- but more or less, I've been itching to start another dynasty, but my attempts the last few months just haven't worked. I have an idea based off of W.P. Kinsella's excellent book The Iowa Baseball Confederacy that I've been wanting to try for...oh, three years or so, but it's staying in my memory bank for now.

As for the file, it's been around the whole time -- just that I thought it wouldn't be able to work. I figured that it was f***ed up beyond all repair, which is why I ended this when I did. But I've been playing around with it, and though there are some weird hinks in it -- such as players missing -- the game still functions. Played out a game last night, in fact. So at the very least, I'm going to take this to the end of the season, and we'll at least see how the first season of the Pale Hose ended up. Beyond that, I don't know how the file will respond...but after a month or two of reflection, I just can't end this dynasty without finishing a season. So at the least, that's what we'll get.

[canadiancreed]

good stuff my days will have a ray of hope in between swearing at HR drones

[cknox0723]

That cracked me up, creed. Good stuff.

Just a matter of getting the posts caught up now; I was way ahead of the posts, so this will all be from before the crash -- meaning that I don't remember any of it. So I'll be reading along with y'all.

It's on to the Trop, for a four-game set with an absolutely horrid Manta Ray squad, featuring an especially cringe-inducing lineup. It's especially apparent because game one of the series, featuring Schizophrenic Jorge against Edgar "The Worst Gonzalez Ever", is going to be played in front of an announced attendance of...9178. Contraction's official, folks, so even if we win this one, it's not really going to be a win. In betwixt a large boulder and a hard place are we...

And predictably, perhaps dissuaded by the tiny crowd, we meekly go down in order in the top of the first. At least DePaula turns the trick on Tampa in the bottom half, fanning two. The names aren't important -- besides, they're not any good anyway. But Edgar Suck (no relation to Tony) puts us down a-one, a-two, and a-three in the second frame, with the only saving grace that we start to actually hit the ball a little -- The Element flies out to the warning track, The Relief Ace lines out to short.

DePaula fans some awful hitter to start the second inning, and I'm yawning and pressing the '1' furiously until I see some clown named Andy Phillips lace a single. What? Well, he's a former Yankee, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. But then...first pitch to the next batter...BAM! Damian Rolls, whoever the heck that is, wallops a shot to right that caroms off the wall. It's a two-bagger, and just like that, it's one-zip. That's all, though, as some even worse hitters come up, with their efforts only a weak half-hearted pantomime of actual hitting. Their names? Unimportant, really, and they interrupt my flow.

Moving on, we do absolutely nothing in the third, and the pitcher Gonzalez leads off the bottom half. A base hit, and I'm poised to click the "Simulate to End" button, but instead he grounds out. The Woonsocket Rocket does the same, but Juan Encarnacion knocks a two-out two-bagger into the left field corner. Then Josh Phelps (creed, you're well aware how much he sucks) singles, and it's 2-0. Huzzah. Schizophrenic Jorge completely dissociates at that point, as a couple walks load the bases, but Damian Rolls gets under a meatball of a two-seamer and it's a harmless fly out and third out. But we're lucky to be down two to the m.f.'ing Devil Rays! This ain't gonna fly with me, guys, not one bit...

Ramon Vazquez, trying to make me proud, singles to start the fourth, ending the perfect game and all that. But...ground ball, walk, and comebacker for a double play, and suddenly our big bats have just killed whatever rally a single might have given us.

Nothing changes over the next few innings. Then DePaula gets beaten up in the sixth, giving away three runs. We're in a 5-0 hole.

And then the seventh is just a microcosm of our night. Dmitri Young leads off with a triple. I don't know where, I sure as hell don't know how, but there you have it -- a three-bagger. Here comes the comeback, right?

Nope. Maggs hits a comebacker, The Big Hurt lines to short, and Raul Gonzalez flies out to center. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Frank Thomas hits a three-run jack in the ninth when Gonzalez runs out of steam at the 25-mile mark, but even that can't cheer me up, as that's all we get, and it's too little, too late. Can we play the Twins or someone again, please?

CHW 3 TB 5

WP: E. Gonzalez (5-16) - 8.2 IP, 4 H, 3 R
LP: J. DePaula (4-15) - 7 IP, 11 H, 5 R
S: J. Grabow (3) - the wrong guy to take out my anger on, but...F*CK YOU, John Grabow, and your ####ing four pitch saves. Your 5.29 ERA, your little "one out" schtick. Go back to third-rate midwestern towns, you clown. (And a nickname was born -- John "Boppo" Grabow)

Game Ball Goes To... Derek Jeter, for his clutch veteran leadership and stellar shortstop play. He's...so...dreamy!

[canadiancreed]

That cracked me up, creed. Good stuff.

How I wish it wasnt true

As for another edition of Pale Hose......I now feel complete. Those nicknames, the disgust of your team, the "Deter Jeter, he's so dreamy" lines......all is right again with the world

[seth70liz76]

Something does seem more right with the world now.

[Vris]

I just passed out. Welcome back, #1 Dynasty of 2004!

[cknox0723]

Thanks, good to be back. Well, doesn't entirely feel that way, as these posts are all from two months ago...but it's gettin' there.

Rick Ankiel's the man of the hour today by default, and in a goofy contrast that an Aristotelian would love, he'll match up against Tim Wakefield. If we get shut out, I'm not sure whether that will be more or less frustrating than losing to The Worst Gonzalez Ever. Let's just hope we won't find out.

The 65 mile an hour floater beguiles our top three in the top of the first, and then Wild Thing walks Tampa leadoff hitter Ramon Santiago, causing me to go take a walk in the clubhouse. I return to find that Ankiel got three outs through the air, curiously on the only pitches he threw in the strike zone. Whatever works, I guess.

The Braddy Bunch draws a free pass to start the second off well enough, and all six of the bunch are scampering down to second as Wakefield's dancer does its thing. Even golden-gunned Toby Hall can't bale out the knuckler, and that gives Fullmer his third stolen base of the year. Joe Borchard, having taken a first-pitch strike to allow Fullmer to steal, takes a second pitch down the middle, and visions of strikeouts, stranded runners, and ghosts flash through my mind as the 0-2 floater wobbles in.

"Swing and...laced right back through the middle, base hit! Fullmer's rounding third and coming home, Hall sets up, Baldelli with a perfect strike and Fullmer crashes into Hall...and the ball's loose! Fullmer's safe, Joe Borchard moves to second, and the Sox take a 1-0 lead."

Brad Fullmer, you'd make Ray Schalk proud.

The Relief Ace singles, but Danny Pasqua corrals Borch as he rounds third, so that puts runners at the corners for The Hacktastic One, who socks the first pitch into the outfield, plenty high enough for The Woonsocket Rocket to haul in but also plenty deep enough for Deerfoot to score on. The Mime strikes out, and our best hitter, Wild Thing, bounces to second, so nothing more, but two runs is nice. A nice start, that is -- right, guys? Right?

Andy Phillips, who appears to be a fine .300+ hitter stuck with a lousy supporting cast, socks a single to center and then Ankiel hangs a deuce to Khalil Greene, who turns the deuce into a deuce for the Devil Rays, thumping a home run to left. Suddenly it's twos across the scoreboard, and a deuce-bagger by .177 hitting Toby Hall threatens to change that. But Ankiel pulls himself together, gets the bottom couple of Fishie hitters out, and induces a bouncer from Ramon Santiago, ending the inning with the plethora of twos still intact.

Three groundballs on our end in the third as Vazquez, Young, and Ordonez continue to scuffle along, but Ankiel gets an out in the air, an out on the ground, an out thanks to a brilliant effort from Dmitri Young, of all people, and a curiously quiet third frame goes in the books.

Brad Fullmer continues his walkin' ways in the fourth, but Joe Borchard flies out this time around. On a 2-0 knuckler, Enrique Wilson socks it hard to the right, but on the ground, and Ramon Santiago gobbles it up, pivots -- and tosses the ball into left field. Thanks, Ramon, blah blah blah! One hell of a reprieve we've gotten, and stupidly, thinking about such hogwash as "momentum" and probably "clutch stolen bases", I consider sending the runners. Eventually, likely just out of sheer inertia, I let The Hacktastic One do his thing. The first wobbler from Wakefield is within a few miles of home plate, so Julio figures that's good enough, and he swats the pitch to center. Fullmer comes home unchallenged this time, and we've got the lead back -- for now, and it might be awfully temporary, because LaRue and Ankiel both go down again. Our eight, nine, one, two, and three hitters have yet to get on base, but it's working -- for now.

But Ankiel, apparently uncomfortable with a lead, walks Phillips and Greene, making pharmaseutical companies nationwide rejoice. A bullet of a single by Toby Hall loads the bases, and Terrence Long walks, forcing a run in. Somehow, Ankiel then regroups and gets through the inning with only one more run scoring, and we've got the top of the order coming up in the fifth. Time to bounce the see-saw back up in our favor.

Wakefield loses his control, too, walking Ramon Vazquez to start the fifth frame. He gets two strikes on D.Y. -- and then throws four straight balls. A close 3-2 pitch to Magglio Ordonez is close only in the sense that it's in the right direction, but it's off, too, and suddenly we've got the bases loaded for The Walking Man, Brad Fullmer. Of course, he swings the bat this time.

"The 2-0 knuckler from Wakefield...Fullmer's all over it and lines it...fair down the first base line! It caroms off the wall in foul territory and Long will hurry it in, holding Ordonez at third...but it's a two-run two base hit for Brad Fullmer, and the White Sox take a 5-4 lead!"

That chases Wakefield, bringing on someone with a 3.54 ERA going by the name Jason Ryan. Whoever he is, his ninety mile an hour heat looks about thirty miles an hour faster, and he fans Joe Borchard, stifles Enrique Wilson on a pop out, and induces Julio Lugo to hit a little bouncer. And faster than I can say, "Guys, he's not really throwing that hard", our chance to bust this one open is gone.

Ankiel walks a whole bunch of people in the bottom of the inning, and in a move destined to fail, I bring in Joe Roa with the bases loaded and no one out. Predictably, it fails, as Ramon Santiago doubles into the right field corner and Roa's wonderful inherited runners stat gets destroyed. It's 8-5 by inning's end. Horse's ass.

We load up the bases in the sixth thanks to an assortment of nonsense, but left-handed Jamie Walker forces Frank Thomas to ground out, leaving more runners on base. Kiko Calero, who apparently has the lowest ERA in our bullpen, comes in for the sixth and gives up Khalil Greene's second home run, a three-run shot that pounds the nail in the coffin.

I spend the last three inning waiting for the chance to argue a call, but it doesn't come, and the only minor bit of relief is when Lou Piniella pinch-hits for the pitcher in the eighth with, for whatever reason, Benji Gil. Yes, that same former Ranger.

He singles to left, of course. I can't wait for 2007.

CHW 5 TB 11

WP: J. Ryan (4-4)
LP: R. Ankiel (1-4) - 4.1 IP, 5 H, 8 BB, 6 R

Game Ball Goes To... Mr. Fullmer did absolutely everything he could, and P.J. Bevis looked good in two meaningless late innings, but Greene and Phillips, the country & western duo, destroyed us. The former had four singles and scored fource, and the latter smacked two long balls. Where is my streaking team that could take on the Twins in a series and come out on top? (And no, I don't remember that, either. Humor me, though. I'm sure it happened.)

[cknox0723]

Time to focus on something other than our struggles -- in addition to turning a profit this year, we're six wins away from surpassing last year's mark. So -- Esteban Loaiza, John Van Benschoten, three thousand, four hundred ninety-two fans (jeezum crow!!!) -- none of that's important.

All that matters is the number six, and J.V.B. throwing less than that number of pitches in retiring us in the first -- just an inning. Three outs -- we've got plenty more.

Terrence Long walks on five pitches to start the Tampa half of the first frame, and I know then that we're going to lose. Sure enough -- base hit, Juan Encarnacion. Luis Matos strikes out on a slider in the dirt, but Andy Phillips singles, Damian Rolls walks, Deivi Cruz singles, and then the big blow -- a three-run double by Benji Gil. Yeah, him. Hall and J.V.B. both bounce out, but it's 5-0 on three hits at that point.

This is a sick, twisted joke. We're never going to win another game. And we certainly don't have a prayer in this one, as after a few quiet innings, things only get worse.

In the end, we don't even get a stupid T-shirt -- just an 11-1 loss. Still in fourth, though -- by half a game. I'll take what I can.

CHW 1 TB 11

WP: J. Van Benschoten (11-11) - 7 IP, 5 H, 1 R
LP: E. Loaiza (7-14) - 4 IP, 9 H, 9 R (Mr. Loaiza or Dr. Jekyll?)

Game Ball Goes To... Rick Hummel, who tossed a scoreless inning.

[canadiancreed]

I thikn you used up your good luck in getting the file back up and running

[cknox0723]

Originally Posted by canadiancreed

I thikn you used up your good luck in getting the file back up and running

^^^Gets it. Nevertheless, a'marching we will go -- I mean, we can't lose forever, can we? Eventually Mark Buehrle's turn will come up in the rotation...and whaddya know?

To avoid being swept by the lowly Devil Rays, a fiasco that I'd feel slightly worse about were it not for the fact that, well, this ain't going to affect 2007 in the slightest, The Buehrle One can go on 3 days' rest, and so he will. Yeah, I don't care about being swept by the Fishies at all. Just another day at the ol' ballpark.

We'll tackle Aaron "Lemon Harang Pie", who beat us a few months ago, without our Buddha, who could use some time to meditate. If we're lucky, he'll come up with one of those wise aphorisms for all of our problems. "If a man speaks or acts with an unpure mind, suffering follows him as the wheel of the cart follows the beast that draws it."

After the top of the first frame, it might just be that our cure involves a treat for our sweet tooth, or perhaps a Harang girl (yuk yuk) -- no, we don't score, but we get a hit and a walk in the same inning, a rare feat these days. Buehrle's shaky in the bottom of the first -- The Woonsocket Rocket hits one of his namesakes to left, and it takes a spectacular Borchardian effort in center to rob Luis Matos of a hit. Josh Phelps follows with a stinger to the left side, but Julio Lugo gobbles it up and starts a swift little 6-4-3 double play, putting the inning in the books with just 7 pitches to The Buehrle Man's credit. That'll do. But don't expect it to keep happening.

Even though Julio Lugo pokes a one-out single in the second, Harang still faces the minimum in getting through the inning unscathed, thanks to The Hacktastic One's ineptitude afoot. Buehrle adds a '1' in front of his first inning pitch count, but doesn't labor much in the second, and he starts the third by thumping a double into the right field corner. Brilliantly, we don't get the ball out of the infield after that, and get a big old goose egg for our troubles. A miffed Buehrle retires Toby Hall on a first-pitch fly out and strikes out the next two hitters, Harang Pie and Baldelli. Save some of that rage for the fifth, Mark!

We get a couple more hits in the fourth, but The Hacktastic One and The Mime just can't hit that "little bingo", and a'runners we will strand. Luis Matos leads off the fourth with a double, and after an out and a walk, a pickle ensues when Damian Rolls legs out an infield hit in a bang-bang play. I argue, to no avail, and foolishly bring the infield in to try to cut off the lead run with Deivi Cruz at the bat. Predictably, he singles past Ramon Vazquez, scoring two, a wound that becomes three by inning's end.

Buehrle singles to start the fifth, his second hit. Trying to ignite a spark under the offense, I tell Ramon Vazquez to hit and The Buehrle One to get his ass in gear -- and lo and behold, a line drive --

Right at Deivi Cruz. Double play.

The mistakes continue. Brad Fullmer's pegged out on a failed hit-and-run in the sixth as I try to overcompensate for my mistakes, and we stumble through the next few innings. Brian Buchanan strikes out on a high pitch to end the eighth, and I go and get myself tossed, just for the hell of it.

It doesn't help. But moving on to Toronto just might. As creed will tell you, they're a bunch of lousy bastards. Good thing -- we need 'em to be.

CHW 0 TB 3

WP: A. Harang (7-13) - 7.1 IP, 8 H, 0 R, 1 BB, 4 K
LP: M. Buehrle (14-10) - 7 IP, 7 H, 3 R, 2 BB, 6 K
S: R. King (17)

Game Ball Goes To... Well, it definitely ain't me this time. How about Joe Crede, who actually had two hits -- nearly doubling his season total!

[Vris]

.......

Anyways, it's good to see you back around these parts Craig.

[cknox0723]

Originally Posted by Vris

.......

Anyways, it's good to see you back around these parts Craig.

No love for the "doubling his season total" line? I thought you, especially, would enjoy that one!

Anyhow, I hope you'll also enjoy this next post. One of my personal favorites. Why? Well...

We're playing creed's boys again, but in front of 10,000 hooligan Chicagoans this time instead of 30,000 angry Canadians. That means we're going to win -- doesn't matter who's pitching, doesn't matter how the last week's gone, doesn't matter that the Twins have lost 12 in a row. "But what does this have to do with Frank Tanana?", you're probably wondering. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Believe it or not, it's September, so a round of call-ups is due. I actually forgot about that part -- and I'd make a poll, inviting y'all to call up the fortieth man -- but I'd much rather get to the m.f.'ing offseason, as you can tell by my language and general crustiness.

So I hit the 'cancel game' button, call up most everyone in AAA, add some journeyman named Matt Diaz on to the 40-man and call him up, too, and now we're ready. Oh, with c.f. chen back, we are most definitely ready.

I'm liberal with the call-ups, throwing a few in the lineup, though Carlos Tosca isn't, since fourth place in the AL East is of utmost importance. Either way, Our Pitcher and Their Pitcher match a scoreless first frame and then a second, with Our Guy working out of a bases loaded jam by retiring Their Guy. Sadly, I don't think our offense could load the bases with a bag full of flour and the barrel of a .45, but that's irrelevant. Both guys roll through the third thanks to some defensive help, and the infield plays a key in a quick top of the fourth. Without an infield at all, I imagine we'd be in a bit more trouble than we are. Makes one thankful for our group of paysans.

I imagine you, loyal reader, are probably wondering just who these guys are. But scroll back up -- or just read this line:

Originally Posted by cknox0723

We're playing creed's boys again, but in front of 10,000 hooligan Chicagoans this time instead of 30,000 angry Canadians. That means we're going to win -- doesn't matter who's pitching, doesn't matter how the last week's gone, doesn't matter that the Twins have lost 12 in a row.

We are going to win this game. The names don't matter, just like clothing to a college student (don't I wish?). Drew Carey I am not.

Bottom four, still scoreless, and since we're at home, we're at the bat. Our Second Sacker ends up standing on the second sack after socking a shot to the outfield, and a double on the very next pitch gives us our first run -- in a month, it seems. And whaddya know -- actually, it is! A pair of two-hoppers to short and a fly ball to center, not in that order, means our scoring ends there, but who needs more runs? Haven't you heard? It doesn't matter what the score is -- this game is ours, baby!

Three wormkillers make the top of the fifth a quick one for the Pale Hose afield. Our half of the inning's just as quick, but my stupid ear-to-ear grin finally disappears when one of their guys jacks one Out of the Park (TM) to start the sixth. Damn it. There -- those two words are a hint on who homered. Really. But Our Guy paddles on, retiring the next three in a rare display of brilliance. There. Another hint...except -- all our pitchers suck! Ha!

The bats a'come a'thumpin' in our half of the sixth, starting with a single in a pinch. Then a fielder's choice -- ####, not this sh*t again -- but a double, and then another. Ah, the double is the best hit in baseball. Not the most exciting, but the best. Ground balls galore after that, so our lead is a mere 3-1, but it'll hold up.

And sure enough, a consortium of relievers...blows it. Blows it. ###. After eight, we're tied back up at three.

But...we are still going to win this game, and damned if we don't start the bottom of the eighth with a resounding double. Resounding! Of course, we can't get a sacrifice down, but then --a walk! And a wild pitch! Suddenly, we've got two in scoring position with one out.

And then an intentional walk loads up the sacks, even though I said we "couldn't (load the bases) with a sack of flour and the barrel of a .45"! A good omen, I'm sure...

"The two-one pitch...sinker, lined to left-center, base hit and the Pale Hose will re-take the lead!"

A booted ground ball gives us another run, though a double play quickly ends the threat, and after I insert the other ten guys that haven't played yet into the lineup, the ninth inning is a quick one, as the Cerulean Kays go down in order. Oh, and we win. Just like I said we would.



TOR 3 CHW 5

WP: J. Schmoe (5-3) - 0.1 IP, 1 H, 1 K
LP: J. Schmoe, Eh? (1-2) - 0.1 IP, 2 H, 2 R
S: J. Schmoa (13)

Game Ball Goes To... (cue evil, manical laughter) Wouldn't you like to know? But if anyone wants to hazard a guess as to who did what in this game (particularly the pitchers), feel free!

[canadiancreed]

Told you they weer lousy

[The Funk]

Hoorah, my favourite dynasty's back, what an awesome surprise! (this isn't so you can get it included in the 2005 dynasty poll as well is it?)

Originally Posted by cknox0723

The first wobbler from Wakefield is within a few miles of home plate, so Julio figures that's good enough, and he swats the pitch to center.

I love this line! Anyway, keep going guys, you can get those 6 wins!

[Y0DA55]

The Dynasty Forum just hasn't been the same since you left, Craig. Glad to see that you're back....

Unfortunately, your team is playing "Great." And when I say "Great," I mean "Like crap." I'm glad the scrubs could get you a win. Perhaps, they should have been brought up a lot earlier.

[Vris]

Originally Posted by The Funk

Hoorah, my favourite dynasty's back, what an awesome surprise! (this isn't so you can get it included in the 2005 dynasty poll as well is it?)

Haha. I was thinking the same thing.

[cknox0723]

Originally Posted by The Funk

(this isn't so you can get it included in the 2005 dynasty poll as well is it?)

I...uhhh...wouldn't know anything about that. Dynasty poll? What is this you speak of? Back to the grind...

But first, an aside -- the Cerulean Kays are carrying five catchers, or three more than we are. Fun in the September sun...

The September sun...underneath which we can have Jeremy Reed bat third. Also where the DePaulian Quest for 20 Losses (that needs a sponsor -- the "Pomoco DePaulian Quest For 20") will continue against Doc. Ah, I'm feeling rather distracted. Can we go get some ice cream or something?

DePaula looks similarly disinterested in the top half of the first frame, giving up a leadoff double to Eric Hinske, a few walks...yawn...excuse me -- but Mike Restovich stares at a 3-2 fastball on the outside half for strike three, stranding three and giving DePaula a scoreless first frame after 32 pitches. Typical. So very typical of him.

Doc Halladay isn't flawless like diamonds in the bottom half, but a Jeremy Reed double play makes things nice and easy. Hell of a number three hitter. DePaula continues to be messy, and then the field gets all messy with a sudden downpour. The top of the second takes about three hours to complete, all told, and when it's finally over, it's 1-0 Jays, with DePaula's pitch count at 61.

We batter the slightly stiff Halladay a bit in the bottom of the second, with two-out hits from Crede and Lugo, a dastardly pair if I've ever heard one, but Miggy Olivo stares at a filthy slider right over the plate for a strike three, and we come away with a goose egg. If only we had five catchers, I could've pinch-hit! See, Tosca does know his sh*t!

Could've...would've...DePaula gets a double-play ball in the third, enabling a quick 10-pitch inning, which is like a spring in the middle of the Sahara today. Or is it an oasis? Using that as an excuse, I let DePaula take his hacks, and though we go down in order in the third frame, so too do the Jays in the fourth.

We can't get much going once again, and a stable of relievers drops the ball in the fifth. Well, actually, Ramon Vazquez drops a ball -- a double play ball -- leading to a three-run triple by Mike Restovich ("Restovichyssoise" would be his nickname, but it's just way too long.). Skipping ahead, a couple thousand relievers, including Shingo Takatsu in a three-pitch eighth inning, keep us in it, but we just can't chase Halladay, and so we're left lacking in the runs column.

The ridiculous random nonsense that you only see in September continues as Ryan Meaux strikes out Carlos Delgado to start the ninth, causing me to go change my pants. I return to find that P.J. Bevis has gotten us through the inning.

But The Bionic Man goes out for the ninth and on his hundredth pitch, strikes out Joe Borchard for our twenty-seventh out. Boy, the enigma that is a team tied in last -- when the offense works, the pitching doesn't, and when the pitching sort of works...ah, well. They'd bitch if they had to face Mark Buehrle, so I guess this was just our turn.

TOR 4 CHW 0

WP: R. Halladay (15-8) - CG, 6 H, 0 R, 0 BB, 7 K, 100 pitches, 82 game score
LP: J. DePaula (4-16) - 4 IP, 3 H, 1 R, 5 BB, 2 K, 79 pitches (Pomoco will get their money's worth!)

Game Ball Goes To... Rick Hummel, Shingo Takatsu, and Ryan Meaux, for two and two-thirds scoreless.