*Mike Duffy may or may not just be a name I made up because it sounded right.
Sometimes, the team just loses.
There is really nothing more to say. For whatever reason, a night just won't be the team's night. Tonight was one of those nights for the Cardinals. It was not that Michael Wacha just "didn't have it", or that the offense could not put runners on or bring runners home. It was not really managerial incompetence, though there were some questionable decisions, of course. The game was not really particularly sloppy, but again, there were some moments it was. This was just one of those games the baseball gods had preordained that the Cardinals lose, perhaps for some sort of greater good, of which the feeble mortal mind is incapable of grasping.
Like most, this game was really a boring game peppered with moments of high intensity. There were three key intense moments the Cardinals faced:
- the bottom of the third
- the bottom of the eighth
- the bottom of the ninth
- Almost done with the west coast!
- Trevor Rosenthal is about to become a father again! He out this series on paternity leave. Congrats to the Rosie family!
- M tarred, so this is all y'all are gittin' from me. (This actually closely resembles my native colloquialisms, of which I tend to use more whenever I lack sufficient sleep or beverages that do not contain alcohol.)
LIL SCOOTER'S PEST OF THE GAME/HONORARY NORI AOKI AWARD
Tomlinson leads all players with .199 WPA, barely edging out Stephen Piscotty and Tommy Pham in that area, who are at .190 and .181, respectively.
Saturday afternoon is Lance Lynn versus Ryan Vogelsong. Until then, friends!