I probably should have gotten back to work after the last post, since my lunch break was over. But I had the game on ESPN’s GameCast, and so I flipped over after I finished my sandwich.
When Corey Patterson homered to make it a 5-2 Seattle Mariners lead, I smiled. It was nice to see him contributing immediately, and it made the game look a little more respectable. When Adam Jones struck out but still got on due to a wild pitch, I realized that I was not going to be getting to work again for a few minutes.
After Nick Markakis’ single, I thought that there was an outside chance that this game could get interesting. After Miguel Tejada somehow beat out the potential double play, I thought that the baseball gods were having some fun with a game that was otherwise not going to garner a whole lot of national attention other than an update on the crawl at the bottom of the screen during SportsCenter.
I knew they were going to pitch around Ty Wigginton. Luke Scott was up next. Even Ray Miller would have known to pitch around Wigginton right now. And even though I knew it was an instant jinx that was guaranteed to anger the gods, I thought to myself that 6-5 would look really nice right about then.
And then it happened.
OPPOSITE FIELD for that matter.
I thought about starting another blog post right then and there, but decided to drop a quick comment on my current post. When Alfredo Simon came in and pulled a Don Stanhouse impression, I started to think that I HAD angered the gods and they were going to yank this one right back from us. But they didn’t, and I can only assume that Scott got the shaving cream towel in the face during the post game interview.
For all the Luke Scott bashing I have done these last few weeks, I really do like him as a person and a player. He is a stand up guy, and I have never heard of him making a scene on the field or in the clubhouse.
I would love for him to go on one of his tears where he hits everything within a rural zip code of the strike zone hard. I just didn’t see it happening any time soon. May I be wrong like that another 1000 times this month, and every month thereafter.
I still want Hank Blalock, though.