Indians 2, Astros 0
I grew up on Cleveland’s gritty east side, in the Amish Ghetto, and the Indians have always been my team. Who didn’t love the ‘89 Indians’ playoff run? Take that, Yankees. And I like saag paneer. I love interleague play because I get to see real baseball, Cleveland American League baseball, complete with that great two-color cap and a stylized depiction of a Designated Hitter.
Of course I love this Astros team, too. Ain’t they spunky! They actually make me think of that great ‘89 Indians team. They have a speedy centerfielder with an arrest record, a power hitter who can’t hit, a short second baseman who never should have made the majors, and a closer with decorative tattoos. They have a cut out with tear-away clothes in the clubhouse. How great is that! Just like Hollywood! It’s too bad that redhead is leaving us. She could have played Renee Russo.
I didn’t get to watch much of tonight’s game though. We were driving to Tyler for a high school reunion. I don’t know why. Neither of us went to high school in Tyler, but there you are. When you get old as us it’s fun to crash high school reunions. Everybody thinks they’re supposed to know you, and can’t really remember that they don’t.
Harrell pitched 7 outstanding innings with 2 hits, 3 bb, one ER. He should really be an all-star. Wright pitched a 1-2-3 8th. There is nothing but good to be said about Wright. Carpenter got pulled after a hit in the 9th. He was just about to put it all together, too. And then my favorite Astros reliever, Abad, took the mound. Before tonight he’d had 11 innings of work with only 10 hits. He kept on pace, and now has 11.1 innings of work with only 11 hits.
FeRod has an era of 6, but he’s had lots of bad luck. Did I miss something? Where’s Myers?
12 Astros Ks. 7 lob. Lots of fly balls that might have been but weren’t. It’s even worse than being in Tyler.