Sunday, August 20, 2006

I don't get it

Hey, Felipe -- What the hell is the point of keeping Matt Morris out there today in the 8th in a 3-0 game so he can give up a long double to Lofton and a longer 2-run HR to Garciaparra and put the game completely out of reach? Morris, who finished the 8th with 111 pitches, hadn't gone into the 8th since July 2. With Sept. 1 only 11 days away, I'm baffled as to why you would want to save the bullpen in a game that WAS still winnable. It's especially painful given the fact that Giants managed to get the winning run to the plate in the 9th after Bonds walked. And are Pedro Feliz and Eleizer Alfonzo EVER going to learn to hit a curve?

Actually, the game was closer than it should have been, thanks to a truly bonehead play by Rafael Furcal in the 5th. Lowe doubled, Furcal singled and stole second, then fell asleep when Lofton grounded to Hillenbrand at first. He was inexplicably 20 feet off second, so Hillenbrand threw to Vizquel for a double-play.

The only real bright spot was Jeff "Clubhouse Cancer" Kent gagging, going 0-for-4 and botching two consecutive grounders in the 9th -- the second a perfect double-play grounder by Vizquel that went right through the wickets, giving a little false hope and two runs at the end.

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3:30 PM  

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