Here’s a fun statistic for you: over the past five games, the Indians have outscored their opponents by two runs.
Here’s a less fun statistic: over those same five games, the Indians are 1-4.
The Indians lost again late Tuesday night in Seattle, their fourth consecutive loss to come by 1-run. It was a game the Indians should have been able to put into the win column, but bad defense, a lack of timely hitting, and the biggest and most inexcusable brain fart ever conspired to give this game to Seattle.
Zach McAllister returned from the DL after missing more than a month and a half to a finger issue. The STO booth took the opportunity to compare McAllister to once-upon-a-prospect Adam Miller, but I think that’s a bad comparison. McAllister will never be Adam Miller, and no one should ever confuse the two. He’s a guy with decent- to slightly-above-average- stuff who throws a lot of strikes. The Cleveland Plain Dealer compared Corey Kluber to Jake Westbrook but I think the comparison is much more apt for young Z-Mac.
On this night, Z-Mac did not have his fine control, but he battled through five innings, allowing four runs. That he allowed that many runs and that he only survived the fifth inning is more a testament to awful defense than it is bad pitching. Lonnie Chisenhall continues to be ineffective at third base (as he has been for most of his career), dropping another foul ball (he had a non-error drop on Monday night) and throwing a ball 10-feet short on a snap throw to first. Jason Kipnis also booted a ball that directly led to a run in the first inning, as well.
The killer in this game, however, came in the 9th inning. The Indians, despite shooting themselves in the collective foot time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time again over the past few games, started off the final frame by putting runners on the corners. Now, with nobody out, Drew Stubbs on third, Mike Aviles on first, and Yan Gomes at the plate, you’d think the Indians would have to be really creative not to at least tie the game, right?
Wr—wait… no, you would be totally correct.
I don’t even want to try to summarize what happened in the moments following the ball hitting Yan Gomes’ bat. To put the travesty that unfolded in front of my eyes into words would somehow legitimize it, and so I choose to say this: REALLY BAD THINGS HAPPENED. Like, really bad. Like, really, really bad. Like, I would expect better from Little Leaguers bad.
Suffice to say, it was bad.
I love Drew Stubbs; irrational as it may be I think he’s my favorite player on the team (I am a sucker for underappreciated guys who do multiple things well), but what happened last night was totally inexcusable. Stubbs had no plan of attack while on third base, or at least I hope he didn’t. If he did have a plan I certainly hope it wasn’t “lollygag of the base to the point where you get stuck in a run down for absolutely no reason and then even though you’re really fast, fail to dance around enough to let Yan Gomes get to second base.”
Sigh. That’s all I can really do after a game like that. Sigh and move on.