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Currently at Toronto Pearson: 4. High today: 11. One thing about that ridiculous warm spell last month: it has made me impatient for it to be that warm again (which it could easily not be until a month from now or more). I had a look out (unsuccessfully) for Jupiter this evening--it'll be disappearing soon, and it's been mostly cloudy lately--and it struck me how lucky it was for the weather to be as it was at the height of the Venus-and-Jupiter show....
Yesterday made three years in a row I've been to Ricky Romero's second start of the year--and, since I had decided this year to make a thing of going to Ricky Romero's second start of the year, yesterday's game makes the first time I've gone to a game to see a specific player other than Roy Halladay. Going to baseball games, like going to concerts, (like going to university lectures,) you have to worry about what you're getting that you'd miss taking it in mediatedly at home--so, here's something from yesterday: apart from the fact that Romero was evidently getting hit harder than his line would've suggested (he gave up three hits, all in the third inning), it was also evident in the eighth inning that he probably wasn't going to make it through the ninth; despite setting the Red Sox down in order, he went to full counts on all three of them. If you're watching at home, your impression going into the ninth is probably that Romero has retired eighteen straight hitters (or something like that) and is cruising right along. If you're paying attention at the ballpark, it doesn't surprise you that Romero comes out and issues his first two walks of the game to the first two hitters in the ninth.
Interesting oddity: this was a rare game in which one starting pitcher throws a complete game, the other doesn't, and the one who doesn't throws more innings than the one who does.
On-field moments of the game: Brett Lawrie charging down the line like a baby bull to nearly beat out a routine grounder to third, ending one inning, and then diving into the hole and behind him to snare maybe the hardest-hit ball off Romero all game (which elicited about as much of an involuntary response as you'll get from me at a ballgame, or anywhere, since I was already following the ball into left field) to lead off the next inning. (Yeah, Rajai Davis's third-inning triple and eighth-inning stolen base on a botched pickoff were more directly important to to the outcome of the game, but still.)
Off-field moment of the game: Jays fans repay this touching display (honestly, that warmed the cockles of my heart--I remember the old days at Exhibition Stadium, when guys would yell "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargooooooooooooooooooooes") by gently but roundly booing Joffrey Lupul when he was introduced on the scoreboard in the middle of the game.
Given that the Jays won, it was kind of disappointing that the Massholes were not up en masshole as they usually have been in recent years--I guess the US economy and the exchange rate have finally taken their toll. With whom shall we now agree that the Yankees suck? It is a blow to the brotherhood of man (with masshole).
Yesterday made three years in a row I've been to Ricky Romero's second start of the year--and, since I had decided this year to make a thing of going to Ricky Romero's second start of the year, yesterday's game makes the first time I've gone to a game to see a specific player other than Roy Halladay. Going to baseball games, like going to concerts, (like going to university lectures,) you have to worry about what you're getting that you'd miss taking it in mediatedly at home--so, here's something from yesterday: apart from the fact that Romero was evidently getting hit harder than his line would've suggested (he gave up three hits, all in the third inning), it was also evident in the eighth inning that he probably wasn't going to make it through the ninth; despite setting the Red Sox down in order, he went to full counts on all three of them. If you're watching at home, your impression going into the ninth is probably that Romero has retired eighteen straight hitters (or something like that) and is cruising right along. If you're paying attention at the ballpark, it doesn't surprise you that Romero comes out and issues his first two walks of the game to the first two hitters in the ninth.
Interesting oddity: this was a rare game in which one starting pitcher throws a complete game, the other doesn't, and the one who doesn't throws more innings than the one who does.
On-field moments of the game: Brett Lawrie charging down the line like a baby bull to nearly beat out a routine grounder to third, ending one inning, and then diving into the hole and behind him to snare maybe the hardest-hit ball off Romero all game (which elicited about as much of an involuntary response as you'll get from me at a ballgame, or anywhere, since I was already following the ball into left field) to lead off the next inning. (Yeah, Rajai Davis's third-inning triple and eighth-inning stolen base on a botched pickoff were more directly important to to the outcome of the game, but still.)
Off-field moment of the game: Jays fans repay this touching display (honestly, that warmed the cockles of my heart--I remember the old days at Exhibition Stadium, when guys would yell "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargooooooooooooooooooooes") by gently but roundly booing Joffrey Lupul when he was introduced on the scoreboard in the middle of the game.
Given that the Jays won, it was kind of disappointing that the Massholes were not up en masshole as they usually have been in recent years--I guess the US economy and the exchange rate have finally taken their toll. With whom shall we now agree that the Yankees suck? It is a blow to the brotherhood of man (with masshole).
