Blue Jays 1, Athletics 0: Yussssssssss

Goodness me it is another dinger

Although I loathe Gregg Zaun as an analyst/commentator/smug bro, I shared his pre-game reservations about Luis Perez getting the start in the Blue Jays' series finale against the A's yesterday. Perez had been that rarest of birds: a Blue Jay who was reliable out of the bullpen. We don't have guys like that. Let's just . . . let's just go with that. Why push it? Obviously anybody who can be a starter should be, as there is vastly more value there, and I totally get that, but I, like Gregg Zaun, was like oh man this could be rough today. It was, however, not! Perez allowed but a lone hit, and worked out of a bases-loaded jam, and Casey Janssen, who should pretty clearly be the closer, didn't allow a hit in his three innings of relief. Blue Jays bats didn't do a whole heck of a lot better through the first six, though, with only two hits and no runs to show for them, but in the top of the seventh Jose Bautista hit is MLB-leading 36th home run of the season, no big deal. With two outs in the top of the ninth, Bautisa tripled, too, which was immaterial in the outcome of the game and so can only be read as a direct response to the continued, senseless hateration on the part of the haters, in my view.

What it do, Butters. What. It do. 

This is his "OH-it-is-another-dinger" face

The men of the hour . . . too sweet to be sour? Yes. Exactly that sweet.

That is how you end your west-coast swing, friends. On to Kansas City, where Romero and Morrow and maybe even Cecil will cut a swathe through that "lineup." (I hope.) 


Finally, I would like to note the extent to which Jerry Howarth had no time for Gregg Zaun's inanity  yesterday, and cut him dead in the middle innings. Here is what happened (quoted from memory, and you know how that goes, but still):


JH: Jammed on that pitch.
GZ: You know what I say, Jerry. It must have been jam, because jelly don't break no bats.
JH: I have heard you say that before, yes.
GZ: (chuckling) And does it make any more sense to you now?
JH: In Milwaukee today . . .


Jerry Howarth is a cool, cool killer. His pleasantness and good-natured love of the game of baseball can make you loose sight of that sometimes. And then he murders you, live on air. Yes sir. Let's admire this one. 


KS