I wanted so much to write about an Indians’ win tonight. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I got to write about an Indians’ win. Instead, I’m writing about another Indians’ loss–their 24th this month. The last time the Indians lost 24 games in a month was 1914.
There was a moment in the bottom of the 9th when it seemed that perhaps the late-inning magic had returned and they could pull it out. We went into the 9th with the score 5-1. Carlos Santana led off the inning with a double, then Casey Kotchman came up and promptly hit a two-run homer. I felt like the lab rat that hits the lever over and over and suddenly is rewarded with a piece of cheese or a hit of crack, only to go back and start hitting the lever again and again, waiting for the next fix, whenever it may come. It’s moments like that Santana double and Kotchman dinger that keep me addicted to the Indians in spite of the losing.
The Rangers put together good strings of meaningful hits to score a run here, two there, two more over here. Our first run was unearned, courtesy of an Elvis Andrus error. Asdrubal Cabrera scored (on a Carlos Santana single that was actually the Indians’ first hit of the game). The camera followed him back to the dugout. He didn’t look like a guy who had just scored his team’s first run of the game. He just looked tired. It might have been the heat tonight, but the entire team looks worn out.
I do give the Tribe credit for losing with as much grace as possible under the circumstances. They can hold their heads a little higher than the Rangers Nelson Cruz, who was so mad after striking out in the top of the 7th inning, that he whapped his bat onto the ground by home plate so hard that a piece of the bat flew off. Cruz was ejected. If going 0-4 on the night is just cause for smashing your bat, then what’s justifiable behavior after losing 24 games in one month? It staggers the mind.