I don’t get to go to many games, so when I get a chance to go, I would prefer them to do well. My wife and I (along with her parents) had prime seats just behind home plate. There wasn’t a bad slightline anywhere from this particular spot, so that had to be a good omen to cap this road-trip with four wins. After all, the sticks are hot following a 15-run explosion, going against a dumpster fire of a bullpen that has a pretty big habit of dumping gallons of gas on the flame. I felt good. My hot dog was great.
And then I remembered something: JA Happ (6 INN/6 H/ 1 R/4 SO/2 BB) is a lefty. Lefties give the Indians wedgies, take their lunch money, stuff them into lockers and then court the Indians’ player’s sisters and then leave unannounced and unexplained.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel so chipper. And it didn’t take long for Danny Salazar (4 INN/5 H/2 ER/3 SO/2 BB) to prove me correct in my fears. From my vantage point, other than giving up the two lasers to Edwin Encarnacion and Juan Francisco, he didn’t pitch that badly. But again, the lack of economy in his pitches did him in. The Blue Jays foul off a ton of pitches, and with the way things have gone for Danny this season, a team like this is probably the last type of team that he needs to be facing right now.
CC Lee gave up the game-winning two-run shot by Encarnacion that I still saw coming down to earth on the ride home. That thing was crushed. I was eating ice cream, happy that David Murphy had struck to get us back in the game with his own homer to make it 2-1. Then, in a blink of an eye, the momentum swung back to the Jays. (RESPONSE RUNS. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Offensively, the bats were worn out from last night’s barrage. Although this is, unfortunately, the kind of road game output that we’ve grown accustomed to seeing. And the few times the Indians did mount a serious threat, the balls were hit right at guys. Really, that was the story of the game: The Blue Jays sent balls into orbit. The Tribe sent balls into gloves. But the Indians seemed to have some late magic stirring in the eighth following a leadoff double by Ryan Raburn (who, inexplicably was batting third tonight, over Lonnie Chisenhall who hardly makes soft outs anymore if opponents can get him out; still trying to wrap my head around that one) and a Santana walk. It was set up perfectly.
That is until Asdrubal Cabrera lined right to Jose Bautista. And then Lonnie (pinch-hitting for debuting call up Jesus Aguilar), who is just killing baseballs right now, got absolutely robbed by Anthony Gose. He was all over the field tonight, making Rogers Centre feel like the Grand Canyon. Yan Gomes singled in Raburn to make the game 4-2, but it seemed like all fight was sapped after the rocket outs. Thus, the road-trip ends at 3-3. It was a frustrating series in the T-Dot, considering the breaks in the close games seemed to all go in their favor.
We should’ve gone yesterday.
W: Happ (2-1); Salazar (1-4); S: Janssen (2)