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Angels lose 0 - 4 to Indians. Offense abandons Chatwood in debut.

On a night when the Angels hitting, anchored by yet another abysmal showing from our $23 Million Man Vernon Wells, augured into the pavement like Messerschmitts over Dover, pitching needed to be perfect. Unfortunately, Palmer Fail on Saturday prevented Haren The Stud on Monday. So we got Tyler Chatwood in his MLB debut.


Chatwood struggled to convince the ump that he actually was deserving of the bottom of the zone, and reverted the meaty fastballs up. The red-hot hitting Tribe was primed to exploit the situation. Although Tyler only surrendered 4 hits in 5 innings, two of those went long distance. It was a rocky start, but he settled in fairly well and showed some serious moxie by getting out of a bases-loaded jam of his own making in his final frame by forcing a double play grounder out of Shin-Soo Choo.

With Wells busy inspiring the balance of the offense into mimicking his current ineptness, the Halo chances only lasted as long as the second batter of the game. Asdrubal Cabrera took the 8th baseball pitched in the night over the center field fence to make the game 0-1 and that, sadly, was far too much to overcome. Only two Halos could even be bothered to reach second base all night.

Matt LaPorta drilled a three run homer into the bleachers in the top of the second, but the heart of the Angels order was determined to prove that this was merely piling on. (It probably should be noted that Chatwood did not get any help in this turn, when Bourjos deflected a long fly ball off his usually trustworthy glove, turning a 2 out situation with a runner on 1st into a 1 out situation with runners on 2nd and 3rd.)

Thankfully, Bobby Abreu saved the home team from the shameful display of a complete game shutout, chasing Talbot to start the ninth. This gave what was left of the home crowd a chance to experience the Rally Monkey (for some strange reason). But, of course, Hunter and Wells quickly restored order with a strikeout and – wait for it! – popped out. And the boo bird tradition has arrived. Two pitches later Callaspo put the punctuation mark on a meek offensive showing, with a meek fly ball to center. Stick a fork in this one.