Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Hello Losing My Old Friend. I've Come to Talk to You Again.

Well, the Mariners didn't take long to let down their fans in dramatic fashion.

Holding a 5-3 lead going into the bottom of the 9th with newly re-minted Brandon Morrow and his insulin pump coming in to close the game out, 2-0 was looking the M's right in the face. At that point the M's dropped to their knees and blew the hell out of the game.

After cutting down the first two batters like wheat before the scythe Brandon Morrow seemed to forget that the key to pitching is throwing strikes. The next three batters were walked to load the bases. It was at this point I felt my own ulcer start to build. Maybe Ichiro and I can score some black tar together.

Morrow, over his career with the M's, has more command issues than a mute dominatrix. Normally his spotty command is offset by 97mph heat that burns away his blemishes like liquid nitrogen on genital warts. Tonight his lack of command ended up killing him.

Miguel Bastista came in and gave up a high chopper to bring the Twins within one to the first batter. When the game is on the line the pressure can erode a pitchers confidence in his stuff. Miguel Batista doesn't have good stuff to begin with, so when the pressure is on results like tonight's 2-run single it is to be expected.

After the glorious high of last night's win this loss is a real kick in the balls. I need some stability, M's, or we're through.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

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