At Least We Got One...

One game, that is. After losing three straight to the lowly Baltimore Orioles, we bounced back today and salvaged a 4-0 victory. Brian Bannister and Joakim Soria combined on a two-hit shutout. The fans who were there get free sodas and Snickers from Circle K and free sundaes from Sheridan's. People who bought furniture from some store I don't know the name of this week get it free. Ah, promotions, promotions. Pretty good day.

Last night was heart-stopping. We were there until 11:30, sitting there in 55 mile an hour wind, watching the boys try to claw their way back from a 6-1 deficit. The game was supposed to start at 6:00, and it did, but the two hour rain delay began after half an inning. By the time it started back up, around nine, most people had left. And by 10:00, it was only us diehards. Literally, there were probably a thousand people there.

So anyway, we're trying to get back in the game and Trey Hillman makes all these dumb managing decisions. In the bottom of the ninth, we're losing 6-4, there's a guy on base and Billy Butler is at the plate. He hits a BOMB, right into the wind in left center. Everybody erupts in cheers, the home run music plays, the fireworks go off... we all thought the game was tied at 6-6. Then we look over there and he's stopping at second.

Double. A foot from the top of the fence. An RBI double, making it 6-5 when on any other night that thing would have gone into the construction site beyond the scoreboard.

Right, well, tomorrow's an off day and I'm hoping we can get off on another good stretch starting Tuesday. Unfortunately, I will be at my choir concert for the first 35 minutes or so, singing about seizing the day, pasta, and homeless Irish people. 

By the way, I am planning an entry about the Royals' pride, or lack thereof. That should be coming up pretty quick, but not right away, as I expect it to be my longest entry yet. Stay tuned!