It was only their fourth loss in 19 games. There are 21 games left so if the Angels can repeat that same rhythm in the next double-decat, the sting from the stinking dud they laid tonight will not linger, but wow, what dull game on a hot, humid, lifeless Southern California night.
SBN had emailed me that there was a little maintenance coming up at 10 PM - I emailed them a plea about this important game that would be thriving and now all I want to do is finish typing so I can go to 7-11 for three pints of Haagen-Dazs and ten lottery scratchers.
Okay, SBN did a housecleaning and I am up late watching the replay on the tube. Dan Haren had to pitch perfect, had to challenge the non-Cespedes hitters in the Oakland lineup and you know what - three runs in six-plus is damn good. Jason Isringhausen looked befuddled that he got through a bases-loaded jam, it was comical, really, but good stuff form LaTroy Hawkins and yet... ugh. Why am I talking about pitching? Becasue there was no hitting. And that is the problem, the stinker, the Mark Trumbo GIDP with two on and one out. That is the Albert Pujols popup like a little leaguer. That is Kendrys Morales not realizing the pitch was ten miles an hour slower than a fastball.
That was the big stink at the Big A. Don't blame the Salton Sea for this one.