Angels 10, A’s 8
I really don’t know. Sometimes, I really don’t know what to think. Maybe you guys do. I took a snapshot of the GameThread at 10:03 pm tonight.
Pennington!!!!! Grand Slam!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&& GRAND SALAMI - CLIFF PENNINGTON &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Lmfaooooooooooo. CHAD PENNINGTON GRANDSLAM?!?!?!?!?!
SALAMI by not-Chad!!!!! Excuse me while I check the weather report in Hell…
OH HELL YES! Salami for Charred Prepuce!
DONE WITH THIS TEAM. SO. FRICKING. DONE.
HAHAHAHAHAHHA WHAT!!!??!!!! CLIFF!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE ACTUAL FREAKING PENNINGTON!
Baseball is a helluva drug
I CANT HANDLE THIS. I TOLD ALL YOU
NEVER LEAVE EARLY!!!
HOLY SHIT! I’ve seen everything now…lol
If the Orioles home run by Castillo stands, this one should too
WTF Pennington is a stud? I thought I posted this long ago and the machine disagreed. Anyway, here it is.
I love this game
This season is f———- insane
PENNINGTON???!!! OH DAMN! What’s going on now?!
Scioscia so proud of himself
HAHHAHAHAHAHAAA! WHAT IS THIS TEAM?!
This freaking team. Never count them out
I am crying with laughter. Someone hold me
You think you know everything. You crunch the numbers, pool over the stats, berate your manager...and the the game of baseball hops along and smacks you right between the cheekbones. You start to fall, maybe you fell from a plane, but all of a sudden you’re experiencing exhilaration that you’ve never felt before and just laugh maniacally.
Folks, we’re in this ride together. You all saw how you felt. It was pure. It was real. Because we’re riding the Team of Destiny into the sunset.
I really wanted to stop the postgame there; I really did. Then Josh started frantically messaging me and started talking about how he was yelling at me all the way from the OC, and I think I heard him, too. Something about actual information being necessary for an article. I feel for his neighbors.
By now, you’ve concluded that Cliff Pennington hit his first career grand slam in the 7th inning which put the Angels up 10-8. He got the BodyArmor shower to boot. He was the flying pig.
Mike Trout came back after missing two days and crushed a HR in his first plate appearance. How is that unexpected, you wonder? He was supposed to hit for the cycle. The fat man couldn’t even do that. He finished 4-4 with a walk, two singles, a triple, and a homer. Some less-fat man would’ve extended a single for a double.
Albert Pujols, fresh off an ESPN front-page criticism, decided to turn back the clock eight or so years. He hit his first or second or third opposite field HR at Angel Stadium, then he followed it up with another dinger later. He was the blind squirrel.
We also shut out the A’s in 8 of the 9 innings tonight. Some other stuff happened in the other one.
Parker Bridwell’s FIP caught up with him. Regardless, he’s appeared 15 times this year, and we’ve lost twice.
This team is how I choose to spend my time. And I’m glad I get to spend it with all of you. ❤️
And maybe someone should check the weather in Hell, Michigan.