Things aren't getting better, guys. That's about all I can tell you right now. I hope you have made peace with this team and their inconsistencies and their bad luck, otherwise you are most likely still thinking of them as the world beaters we saw in April. That sort of delusion can lead to too much hope, and while I would never tell a fellow fan to ever give up on any Halos team this early in a season, I think it's detrimental to one's mental health to expect a whole lot from this group right now.
Exhibit A: Today's game against the Red Sox. To follow up yesterday's smackdown, the Angels fared even worse, thanks to a horrible evening from Andrew Heaney; I'm talking REALLY horrible.
Sure, they would eventually put up some fight in this one and bring themselves within arm's reach of the home town club, but it was just a quintessential buttercup. You know it, I know, we all know it. We know this franchise all too well.
In case you were lucky enough to miss Heaney's start, all you need to know is he made it 3.1 innings, and in the second, he gave up a solo homer, a two-run homer and a three-run homer, which bulked the Boston advantage up to an early 6-0 tally. It was quite the punch in the teeth, and it happened in Fenway, which makes it allthe worse.
For awhile, there was no scoring response from the Angels as they squared off against starter Rick Porcello, but they did indeed get scrappy in the fifth, sixth and seventh. The Halos scored one, three and two runs in each of those frames, respectively, thanks to things like dingers from Ian Kinsler and Martin Maldonado and a nice RBI double from Andrelton Simmons.
The apex of the buttercup was as we went to the bottom of the seventh, with the Angels having tied the game up at 6-6. It was a short-lived feeling, naturally, because Jose Alvarez made sure to squash those dreams and instead give up a couple big knocks to Boston that would have them retake the lead by the tune of 8-6.
One more run from a Jake Jewell wild pitch in the eighth, and we'd get the final score of 9-6, with the Red Sox laughing off the Angels' rally ideas and sending them back to the hotel to regroup or watch Law and Order reruns on cable.
Maybe if Heaney had gone bonkers with the meatball pitches in the second, or maybe if Jose Alvarez wasn't Jose Alvarez, maybe then I'd be writing a different post-game piece. But nah, we got what we got, and I hate to say it, but we could be getting more of that tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen.
Feel free to prove me wrong, Angels. Please.