I was late getting home tonight, and hadn’t had a chance to flip the game on, or even check the score. It was only 7:25, I figured that I probably hadn’t missed much. As my husband flipped on the television, I jokingly said “I bet they’re already losing 3-0.” And they were. He thought I peeked at the score, but this team has become so predictable at this point, it’s hard not to look like you have some kind of baseball ESP.
The Indians stranded a ton of runners in the first few innings, it’s not like they didn’t have a chance to fight their way back from the original 3-0 deficit. As usual, they basically just rolled over and let the Royals add to their lead. It eventually got to be 9-1, before Francisco Lindor hit a three-run home run to make it 9-4 (the final score). I guess we should be happy about that; the Indians only scored 5 runs in their 4-game series with the White Sox. In one game, they came close to that total. Forgive me if it doesn’t actually make me feel any better.
I could write more about this – about how Cody Anderson is coming back down to Earth; not surprising since he hasn’t missed many bats lately. I could write in detail about how the offense dropped the ball many, many times again tonight. I could write about Carlos Santana’s 436 foot home run, the other lone bright spot of the evening. But you know what? I already wasted about three hours of my life that I’ll never get back watching this team attempt to play baseball tonight. I really don’t want to waste any more of my time writing about them. If they start to look like they’re putting forth an effort in these games, maybe I’ll put more effort in to writing about the game.
Unfortunately, tonight is not one of those nights.