
Every Thursday, the Getting Blanked crew makes a prop bet of sorts with one another having something to do with baseball games over the weekend. Of the three competitors, whoever wins the prop bet is able to dole out a punishment on the colleague of their choice. This week’s punishment was watching and recapping Monday afternoon’s San Diego Padres and Chicago Cubs game. We call this #PropHate.
When thinking of Prop Hate punishments, it often comes down to pitching matchups. As avowed baseball snobs, great pitching gets our blood flowing. This makes the opposite — two bad teams featuring less than sexy starting pitchers — quite the buzz kill. I mean really: who, in 2012, wants to watch Jeff Suppan pitch?
Not the front offices of 30 major league teams for most of the offseason, that much is clear. The Padres plucked Suppan from obscurity and signed him to a minor league deal in February, hoping for the best. The best being “hope our ballpark lets him eat 150 mostly painless innings.”
The flipside of a bad pitching matchup is the potential for a slugfest. Slugfests aren’t bad in an of themselves, sometimes they can be downright entertaining. Lacking the cache of the Matt Cain/Cliff Lee pitching duel from early April, a full-blown donnybrook of offensive upheaval.
With the Cubs (mired in a twelve game losing streak) facing the Padres (entered the game scoreless in 26 innings with fewer home runs to their collective name than Josh Hamilton), the potential of an offensive onslaught is low. Not zero, however. The offenses of these two clubs are just like the bald eagle used for the pre-game jingoism rituals: lying in wait. Waiting for someone to remove the blinders from over its eyes so they might unleash their awful wrath on the world. The blinders coming off for the Cubs and Padres respective offenses? Gale-force winds blowing directly out of Wrigley Field on a humid May afternoon. And did those offenses soar…
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