Let’s get this out of the way early: Josh Tomlin is not a good pitcher.
I know, I know, I said I was all aboard his hype train in the World Series, and I was, because we had no other option. The rotation was a MASH unit – it was held together by stitches (literally) and whatever Tito calls that chewing-tobacco-and-gum concoction he apparently lives on. But this is 2017, and and such, I can be as critical of The Little Cowboy as I want.
Here’s the story of the game today: Josh Tomlin went 4.2 IP, somehow struck out 6 Diamondbacks, and allowed 6 runs on 7 hits. Most of the hits were well-struck, because Tomlin’s stuff couldn’t fool Forrest Gump. For the 2017 season, that will be the story every fifth day: sometimes Josh Tomlin will fall into the favor of the BABIP gods and will turn in a good outing, and sometimes he won’t. He won’t strike out a lot of people, he will walk almost nobody, and he will give up a lot of home runs and loud doubles. That’s Josh Tomlin. He’s a very high floor with a very low ceiling.
So the Indians lost their first game of the season today. Oh well. They weren’t going to go 162-0.
Lindor hit another home run, which was nice, but Shelby Miller (fresh off a DISASTROUS 2016) steadied the ship after a rough start and let the Arizona bullpen finish the job after Tomlin did Tomlin things.
There wasn’t a lot to this game, to be honest. After about the fifth inning you could have taken a nice long nap and not missed anything of interest.
It’s okay. It’s a long season. We’re playing for October, not for April. This team is still ridiculously good, and Tito Francona is still a god among mere mortal managers.
We’ll get ’em tomorrow – with Trevor Bauer on the hill, looking for revenge against the team that thought he was worth dumping. Get em, Trevor.