Sitting down in Portland waiting for tonight’s game against the Angels to begin. Still muttering after yesterday's loss to the Rangers. At one level the Ms showed signs of maybe figuring it out. On another level, more stupid errors and questionable fielding, unreliable relief pitching, all the pieces in place for a comeback when Seager, who has proven he can hit to the opposite field pulls the ball directly to the first-baseman to crush all manner of hopes with a game-ending, hopes for all sorts of future-ending 3-6-1 doubleplay.
The Rangers are not a good team, if anything their power or nothing line-up and marginal pitching resembles the Mariners, who they have dominated. They do, however, appear the catch and throw the ball reliably. Guess that explains it.
The game at hand: Kikuchi walks first to batters he faces. Davis comes out to settle him down. Pujols hits a run-scoring single. What did Davis tell Yusei? It didn't work. Sitting in a bar for dinner, I order another Manhattan.
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