SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!!
10:16 PM CT: Middle of the 5th, Nationals vs. Angels, game 3 of a split series. No score, 1 hit for each team. A nerve-rattling duel of pitchers. Offense, apparently, can do nothing until one of them makes a mistake.
Bartolo Colon, the pitcher who seems to find a new franchise every year, pitching beautifully for LA. Ryan Drese, just acquired from Texas, pitching his first game for D.C. All sorts of subtle things are happening. Nothing dramatic is happening. And it's driving me crazy. I need a cig or I'm going to have a heart attack. More later...
10:21 PM CT: You get what you ask for. While I was inhaling my nicotine stick on the patio, Nationals catcher Brian Schneider broke Colon's Spell of Control with a homer in the top of the sixth. Guzman followed with a single. Brad Wilkerson's subsequent sac fly put Guzman on second. Whew. Momentum, at last. The pressure is on.
11:03 PM CT: The most exciting boring game ever? Ryan Drese, an unknown in the Nationals equation, has shut out the Angels after 8 innings, allowing only 2 dinky little hits. Hardy har har. Score is still 1-0, Nationals. Tighter than a nun's butt.
11:21 PM CT: We are about to lose this game. Bottom of the 9th, bases loaded, no outs. That's right. No outs. Nationals closer Chad Cordero, normally a superhero, slipped on the mound, he feels foolish and off focus. Oh, well, it was a great contest. See you next time, Nats fans.
11:28 PM CT: OH, MY GOD. OH, MY GOD. Chad Cordero managed the practically impossible. Bases loaded. No outs. His dignity wounded from his fall on the pitcher's mound and the subsequent shameful derision from 45,000 Angels fans. He struck two men out and another out fell into Brad Wilkerson's gorgeous center field mitt. Yee-fuckin'-haa! Oh, boy, I need a cigarette.
Bartolo Colon, the pitcher who seems to find a new franchise every year, pitching beautifully for LA. Ryan Drese, just acquired from Texas, pitching his first game for D.C. All sorts of subtle things are happening. Nothing dramatic is happening. And it's driving me crazy. I need a cig or I'm going to have a heart attack. More later...
10:21 PM CT: You get what you ask for. While I was inhaling my nicotine stick on the patio, Nationals catcher Brian Schneider broke Colon's Spell of Control with a homer in the top of the sixth. Guzman followed with a single. Brad Wilkerson's subsequent sac fly put Guzman on second. Whew. Momentum, at last. The pressure is on.
11:03 PM CT: The most exciting boring game ever? Ryan Drese, an unknown in the Nationals equation, has shut out the Angels after 8 innings, allowing only 2 dinky little hits. Hardy har har. Score is still 1-0, Nationals. Tighter than a nun's butt.
11:21 PM CT: We are about to lose this game. Bottom of the 9th, bases loaded, no outs. That's right. No outs. Nationals closer Chad Cordero, normally a superhero, slipped on the mound, he feels foolish and off focus. Oh, well, it was a great contest. See you next time, Nats fans.
11:28 PM CT: OH, MY GOD. OH, MY GOD. Chad Cordero managed the practically impossible. Bases loaded. No outs. His dignity wounded from his fall on the pitcher's mound and the subsequent shameful derision from 45,000 Angels fans. He struck two men out and another out fell into Brad Wilkerson's gorgeous center field mitt. Yee-fuckin'-haa! Oh, boy, I need a cigarette.
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