Cleveland Misery

Friday, August 04, 2006

The Indians win it! The Indians win it!


" Annyeonghi kaseyo, yagu!"
(translation: look it up yourself)

Yes, the Indians did win last night by the score 7-6. Another solid outing by an Indians pitcher, Jake Westbrook gave up 15 hits, 8 runs, and still managed to net his 1st win in 3 games (8-7 overall). The Red Sox got 12 singles, three doubles and a walk. According to Elias, John Dopson was the last pitcher to win while permitting 15 hits when he led Montreal past Atlanta 9-2 on July 3, 1988. SWEET!
Shin Soo Choo, the peein' Korean, blasted a Grand Slam. Travis Hafner also went yard for his 31st HR of the year (take that, cocksucker).
According to Jake Westbrook, "It was a weird game, but that's baseball". Indeed. But we are having trouble deciding what stat was the oddest: The Indians not blowing a save OR Aaron Boone hitting a HR. You decide.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Car MOAN a


"I can close, I swear."

The Cleveland Indians lost yet another game in the ninth inning the Bahstahn Redsoughks, again, by the score of 6 to 5. Fausto Carmona, the 22 year old phenom closer, blew another save in the ninth inning. Yes the Indians SHOULD be ahead of the Red Sox 3- nill in the series. Yes, the Indians team should only be 24.5 games behind the Ligers instead of 25.5. But the most depressing part of this most recent loss is the Indians found another way to lose. Let's break it down.
Carmona fans his first 2 batters, Wily Yo Pena and estranged Indian Coco Crisp. Then the fun begins. On a 3-2 count, Carmona beans Mirabeli in the forearm. On the very next pitch, he beans Alex Gonzalez IN THE SAME EXACT SPOT. At least he had pin-point control in where he hit his batters. Next up, the always dangerous Kevin Youkilis. Another 3-2 count with 2 on. Walk. On to Mark Loretta. Bases Juiced, 2 outs, Papi on deck. A double and a head butt through the wall later, the Indians lose 6-5 on a double off the monster by Loretta. At least Papi didn't get to bat this time. I never thought I would ever yearn for the Blob Wickman days. Ohh the joy of Cleveland...56 more games folks.