Oh man, the only thing that could’ve made last night’s home opener more painful would’ve been actually being there. Heyo! Seriously though, for those who went, hope it was a good one. For me, home opener has become just as much a tradition to bunker up and watch the game at home. Basically, the Blue Jays’ home opener is the St. Patrick’s Day of baseball: the only other day of the year where a venue you normally love and can consume alcohol becomes unappealing.
Anyway, I’m pretty sure the sting was felt regardless of where you were last night. What is starting to worry me a bit about all the praise for our unexpectedly not-so-shitty starting rotation eating up all these innings is that that’s exactly what’s going to continue regardless of whether it’s a good idea or not. I’m not saying Tallet shit the bed last night but why is he out there in the sixth? He wasn’t exactly dominating out there. And considering we have such a well-rested bullpen (including two pitchers who haven’t even fucking pitched yet), you have the arms. Maybe best to bring them in in that kind of situation for their first appearance rather than, say, extra innings that we had no real reason to be in. Because, let’s face it, even though you might call in intangible, we just don’t win in extra innings.
Whatever, while I don’t want to shit on Tallet, I would like to take a steaming dump on Jason Frasor. I know it’s still early and everything, but that’s two blown saves in five attempts, eight hits in just over four innings of work and failure to get the first batter out in all attempts. Not exactly a lights-fucking-out closer. Maybe he’s still finding his lights-outedness but I’d like to resort to my favourite objective observation and note that it just seems to me it looks like he’s totally shitting himself out there every time.
Anyways, I know it’s idiotic to live and die with each game of a team that is just supposed to be dying, but I can’t help it. A 5-2 start to the season is kinda exciting. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m prone to it making me totally delirious and irrational about this team’s chances. But it’s not delirious and irrational to say that the two games we’ve lost so far this year weren’t winnable. I know, you win some, you lose some but one-run loses are just the fucking worst. You’re just stuck with “what ifs” in your head that escalate throughout the season into full-blown psychosis. It’s not like I’d be getting all pissed about how we should’ve bounced back in a situation where we’re down seven runs. I mean, that would just be crazy. … Actually, I probably still would do that. Whatever … 160-2 record still in effect!
Mutherfucking Josh Towers won the home opener for the Albuquerque Isotopes. Um, 14-8. But don’t let that score deceive you, dude only allowed two earned runs in six innings of work. Of course,those came right off the bat in the first inning. Those first inning implosions always make me a bit nostalgic.
Hayhurst still awesome, again
As Stoeten pointed out, Dirk Hayhurst is a slightly well-spoken dude. If you didn’t get a chance to go to the book signing yesterday either, CBC’s Metro Morning had him on the air today and I was pretty much as blown away as any ball fan would be by a baseball player stringing together sentences with words over three syllables and without expressions like “grind it out” and “100%.” He went into detail about the philosophy about pitching and how the greatest enemy isn’t necessarily the “man with the stick,” but you. Think about it. He might very well have actually given the only reasonable definition for “Stay within yourself.” Can’t wait to see this guy take the mound. Pretty sure the interview should be up here pretty soon. You know, once the CBC has this go through five members of staff and all kinds of red tape for an interview that happened over two hours ago to be put online. Your tax dollars at work!
Speaking of awesome and being delirious and irrational, Vernon Wells has been … well, I just don’t want to jinx anything. I’ll just once again resort to the most unbiased form on opinion possible and say that he seems to be fucking nailing it. In all seriousness though, he does look pretty fucking comfortable out there, no? But it’s funny, in talking about this with friends, I’ve noticed excitement building to the level where you almost blurt out: “He’s finally playing like his contra …” And then you stop. It’s clear and unfair to suggest that Wells is ever going to fulfill those kind of expectations. But perhaps, on top of having a great season he might tack these on for a chance at coming close:
1) Find a cure for cancer.
2) Come over to my place for a BBQ and beers sometime.
3) Become a vigilante by night and clean up the scum in this godforsaken city.
As I’ve already said, it’s way too early in the season to be getting tits in a bind. If you need to be brought back to planet Earth and realize the reality of what this season is, may I suggest Jeff Blair’s recent post. Jeez, and I thought I was crotchety. I need a morning Caesar.
Thanks for not caring
Oh yeah, as noted in the comments last night as well, what the fuck was Rogers Sportsnet doing interviewing three members of Canada’s Women’s Hockey Team at a point where the game is tied 6-6? Haven’t we all patted ourselves on the back over the Olympics enough at this point? Bad enough we had to listen to them talk, they actually had the camera on those horse faces more than what was going on on the field. Don’t mean to exaggerate here but you take away the audio and visual of a game and it makes it a bit more difficult to follow. As ball fans, sometimes you just wish they would pull that kind of shit during a hockey game so that can see what it’s like. Can you imagine?
“Well, we’re in overtime for the Olympic gold medal in Men’s Hockey here but I think some of the Blue Jays are reporting for Spring Training so let’s check in with Sam Consentino.”
“We’re with Vernon Wells here and … oh, looks like Sidney Crosby just put a puck into a net and that sure is nice for Canada. … So Vernon, what do the Jays need to do this year to be successful?”