I watched. Well past the first inning. Things, of course, fell apart. I did not commit suicide. I didn't even think about it. There were, however, two new unpleasant wrinkles that added to my lousy mood.
First, Marco Gonzalez' meltdown after the ump's missed call on what have been a third strike was understandable, but a waste of time. If he's going to become the ace starter the Ms need, he's got to figure out how to handle missed calls. For all his umbrage, what Marco conveniently leaves out of his complaint is that he was the one who, following the bad call, served up back to back home run pitches. He's got to control what he can, including his frustrations.
Second, the collision between Nola and Santana was totally avoidable and looked like a rookie mistake on the first baseman's part. The unsettling part of the collision is the fact that a rook with slim prospects for starting, much less sticking with the club, took out a high producing starter with a future role with this team or as trade bait . Nothing against Nola, who has played hard and esrned credit for his contributions, but Santana's too valuable to risk a bad injury to a scrubeenie.
They strap 'em on again in an hour. I'll watch until my patience runs out.
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