Game 120: Ever-increasing Spirals.
I wish I could say I have high hopes for this team, but I don’t. We don’t appear to be doing anything right, and things are never as bad as when they’re at their worst. Playing a divisional rival, someone who could very well surpass us shortly if things don’t change in a hurry, winning is paramount. Not that a team can ever afford to lose games, but we can’t exactly afford to lose any now, not if we have any hope of eking into a playoff spot. Thankfully for us, Baltimore, Boston, and Toronto all lost, so everyone basically stayed put at the end of the night.
Brandon McCarthy didn’t have the best night, but he pitched into the 7th, which showed a willingness to stay in the game as long as possible to keep from burning out the pen. His final line wasn’t even that poor, really. 6.1 IP, 7 H, 2 ER, 1 BB, 7 K — that’s a great line, provided of course his team gives him some runs to work with. Since our offense did nothing, it made what he did look even worse by comparison. Esmil Rogers pitched the remaining 1.2 innings, giving up 1 ER on 1 H. If I’m being honest. Brandon didn’t deserve to lose. With any decent amount of run support, we win that game, and he gets the W. Everyone in the lineup owes him at the very least a steak dinner and a beer. Add to all of that the two errors we committed, and we had no chance.
Speaking of the offense, I wasn’t aware Alex Cobb was being possessed by Sandy Koufax. Sure, we got seven hits, but what did we do with them? We were 1-6 with RISP, and as a team, had 7 LOB. The only two batters in the lineup to reach base more than once were Jeter and Teixeria, both of whom went 2-4. It was a piss-poor, paltry effort, and one that inspired no confidence. After the last two dismal series we just had, one against Cleveland, the other against division-leading Baltimore, we can’t afford to drop this one too.