I
work at home, or try to, so watching an afternoon ballgame makes me feel more
than a little guilty. That is, until I
started using TiVo the last two years.
It’s
weird in a way. I start to watch a game
that could already be over. I have no
idea what will happen with the next pitch, even though the ball was thrown
three hours ago. But if I can keep the
psychic queasiness in check, it all works out, like yesterday.
The
White Sox scored five runs in the first against the Rays, and I could rerun Avisail
Garcia’s three-run homer as often as I liked.
I was also able to power through yet another meltdown by rookie starter
Carlos Rodon. Once upon a time, Rodon
would’ve been called a million-dollar bonus baby. In truth, he’s just a rookie in over his
head. The kid needs to be sent down to
learn his craft, no matter what his agent might say. Scott Boras talks too much as it is.
I
caught up to real time by the ninth inning.
In the tenth, Adam Eaton led off with a single. With Tyler Saladino up, Eaton stole second on
a play that saw the throw hit shortstop Asdrubal Cabrera on the side of his
head. (Decent throw, e6). Down went Cabrera, with Eaton scampering to
third. That’s when Clare called to ask
what’d happened. She was listening to
the game on the radio down in Valpo.
We
talked as Rays’ pitcher Brad Boxberger walked the next two batters to load the
bases and set up the force at home.
“That’s dumb,” I said of manager Kevin Cash’s decision to keep Boxberger
in. “The guy’s just thrown eight
straight pitches for balls. He doesn’t
have a feel for strikes right now.” Sure
enough, five pitches later, Avisail Garcia had himself a walk and the White Sox
a win.
It
was the first time Clare and I had ever shared a win over the phone. Ah, technology.
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