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The Boys of Summer – Road Trip – Part 4 – Game 2 Surprises

In the afternoon, we headed to the Shoeless Joe Jackson Museum.  We were more than familiar with the route as it was located off the first base side of the ballpark.  When we got to where the building was supposed to be, we instead found a construction area!  There were no signs of a museum so I searched through my phone.  We were at the correct address.  I called the number for the museum.  It was not operating because of the construction!  The trip was not wasted as we checked out the menus and hours on several restaurants between the ballpark and hotel.  We ended up eating again at Mac’s. 

While waiting for the gates to open at Fluor Field, we noticed more frustrated women being sent back to cars with their purses.  After all the walking at the park, I was thankful my rejection was the night before.  While waiting to get the tickets scanned, I watch the woman in front of me.  She had a clear bag the size of a backpack crammed full with several sunscreen tubes, juice boxes, baseballs, baseball caps and large bottle of hand sanitizer.  The guy scanning waved her through.  No problem going in!  As for me, I had to empty my pockets!

As we started down the concourse, Rick had a Boxer sighting.  The dog was running around the field and looked just like Jake when he was younger.  By the time we got down there, he was by home plate playing with a brown dog and several of the workers.  One of the guys on the field said he was a stray the team had adopted and named “Muda” like in Bermuda minus the “Ber.”   Right on cue, Muda came closer to us and posed in a perfect stance.  It was short-lived just as Jake’s are.  Chasing after baseballs was much more fun for the pup.

Our seats were more towards home plate and right at the on-deck circle.  The pitching for Bowling Green again stifled the team – even worse than the previous night. Greenville batters struck out ten times and mustered only five hits.  Alex and Nick Yorke, a #3 prospect, were the only scores with a homerun each.    The outcome of the game was brutal with Bowling Green over The Drive 13 – 2!   I talked to Alex after the game and he thanked us for our support.  Little did we know this would be the last time we would see him in a Drive uniform.  Alex was promoted the next day to the AA Portland Seadogs!   It was the perfect ending to a great mini-vacation!

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The Boys of Summer – Road Trip – Part 3 – Taking in the Sights

The next morning the free “abbreviated” breakfast at the hotel didn’t look too exciting so we decided to try a place highly rated in our guide.  Rather than ask for directions, I loaded the name in my phone and we proceeded on the route. It first took us in a big circle BACK to the hotel so we started over and discovered the same street had three different names!  We climbed a couple of hills, crossed a bridge and the walk turned out to be 25 minutes instead of the 10 originally projected. 

Breakfast was awesome at the Maple Street Biscuit Company.   When you ordered, you had to give them the name of a song to call your order.  Neither one of us could think of anything and finally I said, “On the road again.”   I should have done, “Take me out to the ball game.”  So, we’re sitting there among several families with baseball players (There was a college tournament in town.) and we hear, “On the road again, here’s your juice!”  Then 5 minutes later, “On the road again, here’s the rest of your order.”  We laughed all during our meal at some of the songs people picked.  I had a waffle that was great and my order of bacon was 9 pieces (although menu showed 6!)!!   The OJ was fresh-squeezed.   We were almost finished and we hear, “On the road again, your order is ready!”   A group of kids with a chaperon close to our age answered to that one. 

After breakfast, we walked along Main St and went into several shops.  It reminded me of my layovers in Germany.  The park entrance was on Main St and we could see our hotel a block away.  We discovered we had made a huge circle around town getting to breakfast.  The falls were beautiful and despite signs everywhere about not going in the river or walking on rocks, people were doing it.   Furman College was adjacent to the park and several of their buildings overlooked the park.  We walked hills and several bridges and were entertained by a retriever out in the water playing fetch with his owner on the shore.  As we were heading out of the park, a tour group rode by us on two-wheeled bikes.  “Please stay on the trail.  There are snakes in the park.  The poisonous ones are in the river,” the tour guide announced.   My eyes were like saucers! 

To be continued

 

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The Boys of Summer – Road Trip – Part 2 – Game 1

And then began saga number two!  It was 15 mins after the gates had opened.  One of the workers stopped me – “You can’t take that purse in; it’s oversized.”   I had already checked their site for purse requirements, BUT they had changed the size that morning!!!  “You can’t come in with the purse.  You need to take it to your car.”  “We walked here! Are you saying I have to walk back to the hotel?!?!?!?”  “Yes.  The purse is too big.”  (It was 4″x6″ and was previously allowed!)   Only a small clutch 3″ x 5″ – basically a wallet or clear bag now allowed!   I could only think of all my years as a flight attendant and in management accommodating customers under extenuating circumstances – like allowing a small window for a major change until word got out.  Times have changed.  I started a quick walk passing Amy enroute quickly telling her what was happening.  Rick and I weaved through fans coming to the game for the half mile walk back to the hotel.  Rick sat on a bench a block from the hotel while I hiked up a small hill and around the corner.  It was one of those crazy elevators where you had to swipe with your room key to go to your floor.  Third time was a charm.  I crammed my phone, room key, map of city, paper ticket sheet (in case I couldn’t retrieve the tickets off phone the way my luck was running), tiny hand sanitizer bottle, Kleenex in pockets (Thank God I had four pockets! Obviously, the person who made the rule was male and didn’t know the majority of ladies pants come with one pocket if one is lucky!) and stuck my credit card/ID in a tiny holder on a Mudcats lanyard I wear at work and had thankfully thrown in the suitcase!  There was no room left for the Canon SureShot camera which jams half the time anyway.  As I was leaving the hotel, the valet guy who knew we had gone to ballpark asked why I was back.  I quickly told him about the bag deal and suggested that he alert others going.  He said, “WOW!  That’s ridiculous!  What’s a girl supposed to do with a tampon!?”  I started laughing and said — “Have no clue!  It’s been 22 years!!”  And off I went!

Rick and I got back to ballpark with 9 mins to spare.  They were still turning away women!!  Several had Uber’d and they were very unhappy!!   It was a beautiful summer evening for a ballgame.  Our $11 seats were behind the dugout so I could yell at the players in the on-deck circle.  Modeled after Fenway Park, a 30-foot replica of the “”Green Monster” (pronouced “Monstah” by diehards) was past leftfield along with a hand-operated scoreboard.  Sweet Caroline was sung by the fans in the middle of the 8th inning.  It was just as if we were at Fenway Park in Boston.  Alex smacked a double to the base of the “Green Monster.”  That was the biggest action of the game and sadly the team only had two hits losing 4 – 0 to Bowling Green.  We met up with Alex after the game and Amy took my picture with him.  He grinned and said, “I like your shirt.”  I was wearing my Boston Red Sox Ortiz shirt. 

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The Boys of Summer – Road Trip – Part 1 – The Journey Begins

With the Carolina Mudcats team away two weeks straight, where else would someone like me go for a mini-vacation but a ballpark! Greenville South Carolina had been on my radar as it was home to the Boston Red Sox High-A team The Drive and it was less than a five-hour car trip – all interstate. According to Brian Hopkins, a scout for the Cardinals, tree-lined city streets, Reedy River Falls and Fluor Field, home to the team, were must-sees and all within walking distance of the downtown hotels. Icing on the cake was one of our former Mudcats had been traded to Boston in the offseason and was playing for The Drive – Alex Binelas.

Of course, downtown hotels don’t come cheap, but after reflecting on our limitations going anywhere during COVID, it was an easy sell. I was able to get a lower rate thanks to being a Hilton member, a “senior” and agreeing to a non-refundable status for cancellation less than a week out. The location of the Hampton Inn River Place was perfect – steps away from the falls, restaurants, historic district and a half a mile from the ballpark. I made the reservation while praying for good weather and Alex not being promoted.

As with almost everything I do, there is usually some type of saga to make things interesting. This mini-vacation was no exception. We got the car loaded up with the luggage, cooler with lunch, two-rev’ed up Boxers and their stuff for boarding. I was making one last check of lights and locks and I hear expletives coming from the garage. It must be Jake misbehaving I told myself as I had visions of the quilt stuffing, he tried to eat on the way to Santa a few years ago. Not that lucky. My battery was dead! We unloaded the dogs and then debated if it was faster to take Rick’s gas-guzzler or try to jump the car and then get the battery replaced at the auto parts place. Rick opted to change clothes, remove the old battery, drive to Auto Zone for a new battery, drive home, install the new battery, change clothes again and get all loaded up again. Amazingly, we were under way only an hour and a half later. I mumbled something about why a car with so many bells and whistles doesn’t have an indicator to let one know the battery is low. “It does. The car will start and then die a few times,” Rick tells me. “Oh.” I almost didn’t dare tell him that it did exactly that the day before. I should have been allowed to take Auto Mechanics in High School instead of stupid Home Economics learning (not) cooking and sewing!

When we arrived in Greenville, downtown was exactly as Brian described, except he left off the part about one-way streets and streets with multiple names! Between the car GPS and my Smartphone, we did finally find the hotel despite each offering a different way. We had an hour to kill before heading out to early dinner. Rick looked for restaurant listings while I watched General Hospital. Between the hotel and ballpark were several restaurants but most didn’t open until 5. In the Places to Go booklet, Rick found a recommended BBQ called Mac’s Speed Shop a block from the ballpark. We could eat and go straight to the game.

Getting there was easy. The hotel was a block off and a half off Main St. We passed through the historic district and saw several restaurants all closed until 5PM. Once at Mac’s, we were seated across from the bar at a high table with high seats. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Rick exclaimed. I looked at him and asked what was wrong. On our tabletop was a large QR square to scan for the menu. I was saving my battery for game pictures and videos; Rick – well, he still insists on having his flip phone. Two minutes later we were perusing a real menu as were most patrons seated after us. When will restaurants understand that they will sell a lot more food and drinks if people didn’t have to squint at their phones while scrolling up and down?

As we were waiting on our food, I spotted a guy at the bar wearing an Alex Binelas Louisville jersey. I texted Alex’s mom Amy and said, “There’s a guy at the restaurant we’re at. He’s wearing an Alex Binelas jersey.” (Last August Louisville sensation Binelas who had been drafted the month before, was promoted from the rookie league to the Mudcats. Rick and I had met Amy when she, husband Pete and daughter Athena came from Wisconsin to see Alex play in his first minor league games. Getting to know the families of the players is one of my favorite parts of my job in Guest Relations.) Amy answered my text – “That’s Bobby! Alex’s best friend!” It turned out that Bobby was there with them eating out on the patio. We visited briefly before Rick and I headed across to the street to the ballpark.

 To be continued     

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Lotta Sports – Boys of Summer – Whatever It Takes

Funny how life throws curve balls and it was only discovered thanks to a rain postponement of our Carolina Mudcats game.  Instead of working, I was home watching the sports and heard that in a couple of days, the Division II College Playoffs and Championship would be played in Cary NC, only twenty-five minutes from my home.   As I googled the teams playing, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Southern New Hampshire was the number seven seed.   I had interviewed their ace Alex Gomes two years ago when he played summer ball in the  New England Collegiate Baseball League for the North Adams Steeplecats.   

It turned into a long day between my job for the minor league team (only when you have something going on later, do they go on long inning sprees and a delay for bench clearing!) and going to Southern New Hampshire’s game.   I battled two heavy rain showers between the two ballparks.  When I got to Cary, the weather was gorgeous, but the first game with Angelo State and Wingate was running late due a weather delay. The game ended at 6:45PM (forty-five mins after the scheduled start of Southern New Hampshire and second-seeded Seton Hill game). They rescheduled the second game to an 8PM start. The teams were already there resting on a grassy hill so I’m not sure why the much later start.

I was initially told at the field that SNH would be on visitors’ side and their dugout would be on 3rd base side. It was a perfect location as I had a seat right over the dugout and adjacent to the bullpen so I knew I would be able to yell to Alex.  They ended up on the 1st base side so I moved over. Unfortunately, on that side, the bleachers above the dugout were roped off except to coaches for the other teams who were there scouting and inactive players. I was able to get word to him through the first base coach so he did wave my direction from the dugout. 

The game itself was a nail biter with the SNH Penmen scoring first, but the number two seed came back with vengeance and were leading by the fourth inning.  SNH would not be denied and thanks to a hit-by-pitch, steal and a wild pitch, they tied the game with two outs in the sixth.  An error by the Penmen in the eighth with two outs assured Seton Hill of a 4 – 3 win. 

Two days later was Southern New Hampshire facing sixth seed Wingate.  Like the Penmen, the Bulldogs had already lost their first game to Angelo State.   The winner of this game would move on in the tournament and the season would end for the loser.  Wingate had a fan base which had driven the two and half hours from the Charlotte area and appeared to engulf the ballpark.   A pretty good contingent of SNH fans, who we cheered with during game one, scattered near the third base area where the Penmen’s dugout was.   

A familiar face began pre-game stretches in the outfield.  I guess you could call it a two-days early birthday present.  Gomes was the starting pitcher for Southern New Hampshire.  He came into the tournament with six wins and zero losses.   Alex still had the brunette curly hair and the boyish grin I witnessed two years ago.  When he took to the mound, his six-foot three-inch frame commanded respect.  As he threw, his right leg was extended and nearly parallel to the playing field.   Imagine Dragons’ “Whatever It Takes” blared over the PA system.   His determined demeanor was like a racehorse as referenced in the lyrics.   

The game stayed knotted at zero until the fifth inning when the “can’t get the third out” reared its ugly head again as Wingate scored two runs on Alex and the defense.  Apparently, Coach Loiseau hadn’t given up on his starting pitcher as Gomes returned in the sixth inning and shut the Bulldogs down.  Despite the blemish of the two runs, Alex’s start was very good.  In his six innings, he gave up seven hits, seventy-one of his hundred and five pitches were strikes and he had eight strikeouts, one walk and a wild pitch.   Once out of the game, Alex donned a blue towel on his head and cheered his team on each inning.  It was not until the bottom of the ninth that there was any offense by the Penmen.  Wingate prevailed 3 – 2 and went on to win the championship a few days later. 

After the game, Gomes walked alone to the outfield and stood out there for a few minutes, then returned to the dugout.  His catcher, Marcus Chavez, tried to take his arm.  Alex shrugged him off and continued walking.  Unlike the previous summers, he has not shown as playing collegiate baseball.  Perhaps it was the end of the road for the right-hander.  I hope not.

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Lotta Sports – The Bucket List Strikes Again!

It was Summer of 2019. Having survived the major move in the spring, it was time to venture out and see what North Carolina had to offer. My new friend Sandy knew my love of sports, especially baseball. She had read all my blog posts starting with the baseball ones. Her husband had played minor league ball. “Carlotta, have you been to a Mudcats game?” I explained to Sandy that we had been to some Durham Bulls games when the Paw Sox were in town. However, the drive to the ball park was during afternoon work traffic leaving Raleigh and my nerves were shot by the time we got there. Parking was also challenging. After talking to Sandy, I pulled up the Mudcats schedule. As luck would have it, the Red Sox’s Advanced-A league would be playing the Mudcats in August!

It was a nice country drive over to Zebulon with the worst of the traffic leaving our town. Suddenly I spotted a huge baseball tower on the horizon. The parking attendant acknowledged Rick’s handicapped placard and directed us to parking closer to the stadium. Families were milling near the gate; kids with their gloves hoping to take home a souvenir fly ball. Our tickets were affordable and our seats were fantastic – front row next to the visiting dugout at the end where the players came out of the dugout to the on-deck circle. We could see the players waiting and lineup swings as the pitcher threw to the player batting. I smiled at the bat boy intent on his important job and wondered if years from now he would instead be in the on deck circle.

Game 1 los Pescados de Carolina (Carolina Mudcats) (it was Hispanic theme night) rallied to defeat the Salem Red Sox 6-4. The Salem Manager and a pitcher were ejected after the pitcher hit a Mudcats player. Game 2 ‘s pre-game, I had noticed fans gathered at the right field corner gate greeting players coming from the clubhouse into right field for warmups. I joined them and spotted one of the players I had talked to Game 1.  I yelled to him that I had called his 7th inning home-run the night before.  “Really?   Why didn’t you do it sooner?”  We both laughed.  

Our tickets were behind home plate. Lots of action with a Mudcats player getting drilled again by a wild pitch — the game stopped while he was tended to. Then while going after a foul ball, the Sox catcher was down a few minutes after his shin guards jammed into the wall right in front of us! It was great seeing the pitches coming in and hearing the home plate umpire call balls and strikes, but I missed the seats by the dugout. Salem shut out the Mudcats 3 -0 putting series even at 1 each. 

Game 3 was an afternoon game and when I first got the tickets, I got second level seats. When I realized our seats would be in the direct sun, I ventured back to the main level. It was still a few minutes before game time and I saw lines at the ticket booth outside. One of the workers must have spotted my dejected look. “May I help you?” When I explained how I wanted to upgrade the tickets, he told me that I didn’t need to go back outside and directed me to an area behind home plate. The exchange was quickly accomplished and we were in our seats before the first pitch. We were next to the dugout like the first night and even stayed in the shade until the 9th inning.  There was excitement in the 7th when the manager and catcher for the Mudcats were thrown out of the game!  The Salem Red Sox won 4 – 1.

It was a fun three days. On the way home, I made a mental note for my bucket list — already a washtub as Rick claims– to check into working there the following year – 2020. Well, as we know, that didn’t happen. With the COVID shutdown, the Minor Leagues were put on hiatus while the Majors played a limited season with only a taxi squad close to the team’s city so players could get there quickly and safely if they needed to replace players.

Thankfully, things are getting back to almost normal — the minor leagues are back and I did not forget my bucket list entry. When I was contacted about an interview, there was momentary panic as I remembered the jeans, T-shirts and athletic shoes filling my closet. I settled on flowered Capri pants, short-sleeved black top with lightweight cardigan and yellow-gold flats. All went very well and it looks like I’ll be one part of the Mudcats organization! Most of all, I am looking forward to a fun summer helping fans feel part of the experience and of course, checking off that bucket list item!

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Lotta Sports from the Women’s POV – Recovering Sports in a COVID World

This column runs in the Fall 2020 issue of Heart Beat of the Texas Hill Country

Summer 2020 continued to be a crazy period for sports while each entity tried to put together safe plans to resume play despite outbreaks in COVID-19. Gone were the TV reruns of every Super Bowl, World Series, NBA Championship and College Championship. Even the most avid fan was tired of the same endings, but willing to watch anything for the fix.

NBA Basketball proved to be the most creative and successful as twenty-two teams were invited to the “Bubble” – a closed to the public, hotel complex in Orlando where each team was sequestered at a hotel and only allowed to go back and forth to the arena to play. Families of the players were not allowed from Mid-July until the end of August during the second round of the playoffs.

Professional Hockey followed a bubble concept also except they had two bubbles, both in Canada. Twenty-four teams, the best twelve out of each conference, reported to Edmonton or Toronto for a one-week quarantine before resuming play August 1st.

Major League Baseball plotted a 60-day regular season beginning July 23rd. Instead of the bubble concept, they tried playing by geographical regions so travel would be limited. This idea forced teams into an interleague schedule with the leagues playing each other on a regular basis. The designated hitter, which for years was rejected by the National League Teams unless in interleague play at an American League stadium, became a mainstay. Arguments with umpires were accomplished with proper social distancing, masked and no spitting. No worries, the guys still got the bench clearing brawls in at least once a week! Some teams at the beginning struggled with players who tested positive for COVID and series would be postponed or re-matched with open teams. There were lots of doubleheaders at a reduced seven innings each to keep everyone on schedule for a planned regulation season ending September 27th. No one was complaining – America’s past time was back!

Sports had one thing in common — no fans in attendance. Players quickly learned the heart and soul of the game were the fans and the cheering or jeering. The sounds were solved with last year’s game noises piped in. Within a few weeks, sound engineers had it down to a science with the pop of the bat, groan of a misplayed ball and of course, the roar of a crowd when a homerun was launched. As for fans, support staff and the bullpen pitchers, all socially distanced and masked, were scattered throughout the lower deck. It still wasn’t the same and the TV audience yearned for more. Enter cardboard cutouts! Teams got fans involved offering their picture on the cutout for a donation to the team’s local charity. And, it didn’t stop with the fan. Bark in the Park had been a mainstay since launching several years ago. Well, canine cutouts had it even better! Instead of the normal outfield seats of previous years, the dog cutouts had seats behind the dugout and even Home Plate!

As I write this, some college football teams and the NFL have started with a few states allowing fans in the stands at twenty-five percent capacity. It’s baby steps, but maybe, just maybe, sports will be back to normal soon.

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Lotta Sports from the Women’s POV – When Sports Froze In Time

This column runs in the Summer 2020 issue of Heart Beat of the Texas Hill Country

No one saw it coming.  Wednesday, March 11th, 2020.  Fans at Chesapeake Arena were excitedly waiting for their Oklahoma City Thunder to tipoff against the Utah Jazz.   It was an important game with playoffs just weeks away; especially for the Thunder who were on a three-game winning streak, nipping at the heels of fourth place Utah.  Twenty-thousand fans in the stands watched the warmups, then the gathering of the head coaches with the referees as the pump-the-team-up music blared throughout the arena.  Thunder fans had a reason to be excited.  The Jazz’s weapon, center Rudy Gobert was not in the line-up due to illness.  Suddenly it became evident that the nationally televised matchup was on delay.  Coaches were still conferring with the referees while the players shrugged at each other and TV broadcasters tried figure out what the holdup was.  Finally, the head coaches returned to their benches and herded the players off the court and back to the locker room.  Fans started to boo as the head referee donned headphones at the scoring table.   The announcer leaned over the microphone.  “Due to unforeseen circumstances, the game tonight has been postponed” followed by “You are all safe” twice.

Within minutes, breaking news came over TVs across the nation – Utah Jazz center Rudy Gobert had tested positive for COVID-19!!    The NBA had already decided to start games minus fans the following night because of this strange virus which had recently surfaced in Washington state in a nursing home and was showing up in other states.   But now an NBA player had tested positive and it just happened to be Gobert who just two days before had joked around with reporters touching every microphone and recorder in sight!   By the end of the next day, every sport began shutting down!

Major League Baseball advised players to leave spring training facilities and return to their homes.   The National Hockey League “paused” their season which was just a few weeks from the playoffs.   Major League Soccer and the World Cup qualifying cancelled.  The Players Championship golf tournament in Florida was stopped at the end of the first round.  While college basketball’s “March Madness” was days away from their conference tournaments to be followed by the selection process, some conferences considered playing to an empty house; others cancelled theirs.  The conference tourneys and selection process never happened.  The Summer Olympics was postponed until 2021.  Even NASCAR shut down when it was evident that support teams would be too close to each other while servicing the cars.  Sports went on hiatus for sixty-six days!!   Never had sports experienced such a disruption since World War II.

On Sunday May 17th, NASCAR paved the way for other sports to resume.  They ran nine races in sixteen days at just two tracks in two states.  Masked support crew numbers were cut in half, drivers wore masks when not in their cars, practices cancelled and the stands were empty of fans.  Other sports began processing plans acceptable to states and health experts while fans crossed fingers and toes that all sports would be back soon!

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‘Lotta Cinderella in Last Night’s AL Wild Card Game

The Tampa Bay Rays shocked the baseball experts as well as a sold out Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum and beat the As 5 – 1.

It should have been of no surprise to the As.   They are snake-bit in the playoffs with an 0 – 6 record in winner-take-all playoff games at home since 2000!

Lord have mercy!  They had their chances!!   Rays starter Charlie Morton loaded the bases in the first inning!
35 years/11 months old Morton remained collected and got out of the jam.  Charlie was on my fantasy baseball roster this season — he is what got me to the finals this year — last night was so-not-Charlie!   He allowed eight runners to reach base in five innings (actually nine if you count the one reaching by an erratic throw from third to first)!  He may be considered an oldster to the youthful bats, but this isn’t his first rodeo either.  It’s his fourth time to the post-season –   2013 with the Pirates and the Astros in 2017 and 2018.

A franchise-record 257 homers launched from Oakland bats this season was non-existent in last night’s game.   Eight singles was all they could muster.

The Rays only had seven hits, but four of those rockets — two back-to-back by Yandy Diaz — fresh off the DL.  Some blame it on the decision of As Manager Bob Melvin choosing Sean Manaea for the start.  He had a fresh arm for sure — he had just resumed pitching recently after being off for shoulder surgery.  And in fairness to the decision, he was 4 – 0 in September with a 1.21 ERA.  But there sat fifteen-game winner Mike Fiers, who pitched a no-hitter May 7 and was12-0 since then!  Oakland fans have to be scratching their heads!

Here come the Rays — next stop Houston!   ‘Stros beware — Tampa Bay may have the lowest payroll in Major League Baseball, but there’s a wealth of talent just waiting to become the next Cinderella in playoff history!

 

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‘Lotta Irony in Last Night’s NL Wild Card Game

So much irony in last night’s Milwaukee Brewers 4 – 3 loss to the Washington Nationals!

An eighth inning error by rookie Trent Grisham — a ball that rolled under the glove of the right fielder — scoring what would be the game winner.

Grisham was playing right field replacing MVP candidate Christian Yelich –out on season ending injury after fracturing his right kneecap on Sept. 10.
Grisham was Milwaukee Brewers Minor League Player of the Year.
Grisham was 1st batter in the game and scored the 1st run.

The press mobbed the rookie afterwards – flashes going off and microphones jammed in his face. Seriously? Give the kid a break. If it hadn’t been for a sloppy performance by Josh Hader — All-Star lefty who saved 37 games this year – Brewers would have been on a flight to Los Angeles!

Hader loaded the bases with two outs —allowing a broken-bat bloop single —hitting one batter with a pitch (a strange HBP — getting both batter’s hand and the bat — Brewers challenged — wasn’t “clear and convincing evidence to overturn the call.”), and a walk.  A 96 mph fastball and that’s all she wrote…

Brewers had their chance in the top of the 9th.  Daniel Hudson on the mound for the Nats.  Hudson who wouldn’t have been there had it not been for a phone call at the trade deadline.

A soap opera writer couldn’t have scripted it any better.

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