Thursday, September 6, 2012
Picture by the perfect Latte.
When blue helmets started to run around the bases toward home last night, a sense of calm washed over me. What a glorious sight.
It's one of those things that I didn't really realize how much I missed it until it became real again. I think the most beautiful moment was Hechavarria perfect bunt in the seventh that pushed Escobar home. It felt like the pixie dust that seemed to follow the Orioles around was finally vacuumed off. The bunt was just delicate.
It was so beautiful it inspired The Tao of Stieb to declare, over Twitter, his desire to adopt our little baby Cuban infielder.
Brandon Morrow pitched like the stud he is, despite settling for a no decision. Watching Morrow, it was clear he was feeling not just comfortable but also confident. In short, he was feeling it. I-T.
His stated goal after coming off the DL was to regain the feeling he had earlier in the season. “I’m feeling that now,” Morrow said last night. “I’m feeling like I came back in pretty much the same spot.”
My feeling of calm was not disturbed even when it became clear that not everyone was feeling as positive as I was last night. I got tweets about not trusting Janssen as closer. Janssen's numbers are still solid and Mark Reynolds has stupid power. Yes, stupid. Inane even.
I got tweets also one about removing Rasmus from the lineup and having Gose play CF every day.
Yes, Rasmus looks quite lost at the plate, but Gose has never looked comfortable. I prefer past comfort to non-existent comfort. At this point, they both provide essentially the service- which is gazelle running in CF. I don't see the point, unless you feel there needs to be more neck chain and less curl fluttering in the outfield.
Some people really care about these things.
Also, over on Getting Blanked, some commenter indicated that he believes the Jays are owned by someone named Rodgers, who may or may not have had sex with birds. (Rodgers, cheep f*cks)
What to do with Ricky Romero, who is in the midst of an inscrutable season, has been a discussion all season long. The latest development is that Romero's Boston start is going to be skipped on Saturday. It makes sense because Romero, even when he is pitching well, the Red Sox tend to give him problems. I don't know what the root of the problem is, and I suggested meditation earlier in the season as a way to centre and calm his head. The National Post's Guy Spurrier suspects that Romero's fatigue is mental.
If the fatigue is mental rather than physical, the poking around in his noggin by reporters, fans and pundits like Dirk Hayhurst, the former teammate and the prodder with the willingness to reach the deepest into Romero’s psyche, has almost certainly exacerbated the problem.
To Romero's credit, he has been incredibly upfront with the media. He doesn't hide, he is taking responsibility and doesn't seem to shy away from talking about his frustrations or about hearing the home town crowd boo him.
On his skipped start,
“It’s a little disappointing,” Romero said. “The last thing I want to do is sit here in the dugout and just think about stuff. &I’m not insulted by it. Obviously I want to pitch but I’m not going to sit here and pout.”
A lot of ball players don't do talk to the media or own up like he has. A lot of them pout. And some may not agree, but I see it as a testament to Romero's character. And I am going to keep supporting him.
Posted by Joanna at 3:08 PM