Jose Ramirez found his stroke last night. I don’t know about you but I take comfort in that. It’s good knowin’ he’s out there. Hustlin’ around those bases and pullin’ fly balls for us sinners.
Sure, the Guardians lost another game where their offense didn’t show up and the only hitters who looked viable were Jose and Kyle Manzardo, who both homered off of Pete Fairbanks in the ninth. They lost 4-2, as they continue to make it clear that they will not be making a miraculous run at a third wildcard.
Each night is a league game, Smokey.
As usual, playing the Rays means playing a team that plays good defense, takes extra bases and finds ways to win in the margins, usually with great relief pitching. Sound like a familiar plan? Unfortunately, for both Guardians’ and Rays’ fans, neither team is executing said plan that well this season, but Tampa is currently better at it than Cleveland is. Sometimes you eat the bear, and, well, sometimes the bear eats you. But, this basepath aggression will not stand, man. We’ll get ‘em tonight. Of course.
To add injury to insult, the Guardians lost Nic Enright to a forearm/elbow injury yesterday. Hard not to assume he’s headed to Tommy John when you hear that phrase, but here’s hoping, he just rests and feels back to normal for Spring Training. I guess it’s time for us to turn to the Big Sabrowski for that top non-Hunter Gaddis high leverage set-up role. He will be responsible for cutting off the opposition’s sticks as they try to come back late in games.
I paid the $5 to read Lance Brozdowksi’s Substack article on the top 40 MLB pitching prospects. Parker Messick and Khal Stephen were in the top 25 and he had a lot of encouraging things to say about both. That makes me feel very secure, it makes me feel very warm inside.
Zack Meisel continues to produce great work, joining in three thousand years of beautiful tradition from Moses to Sandy Koufax. He wrote about ten Guardians who need an excellent September and about Gavin Williams’ goal of being a staff ace for the team. …And, that’s about it for news today, folks. I had a rough night and I hate the freaking Eagles, man
As for the Guardians’ playoff hopes, I think it’s time, October dreams, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
