Thursday, April 28, 2022

2022 Game Eighteen: Blue Jays 6, Red Sox 5 (F/10)

 

he does not (swing and) miss

The exquisite art of 講道館 柔道 Kodokan Judo and my duties thereto kept me from the fast-moving early innings of this game, and so I did not see first-hand Kevin Gausman's nine-strikeouts (no walks) over six innings of four-hit, one run baseball (the essential Blue Jays in Thirty of course helped later). By the time I got to a radio (or in this instance a mobile device connected via bluetooth to a car because the actual radio station was playing a hockey game [come on man]), Yimi Garcia had reversed course pretty hard on his thus-far-scoreless season and was getting smoked en route to a four-run eighth inning that, I assumed, was going to be that. However! For whatever reason I checked in with the radio (in fact computer radio via computer phones once again) like an instant before bed, and caught the immediate aftermath of George Springer's two-out, bottom-of-the-ninth, two-run home run (scoring Espinal, whose double had previously scored Tapia) to bring the Blue Jays even. Neat! And so to the TV (in fact a computer running a grey-area commercial-free stream of the game that works better than the one we have subscribed to) in time for Jordan Romano's top of the tenth, and the fun that followed in the home half: Bichette starting out at second, an intentional walk to Vladdy (obviously), Kirk working a hard-earned walk of his own to load the bases, Chapman down looking (hey at least he did not ground into a double play; a strikeout is not the worst thing), and Ramiel Tapia's fouls-aplenty at-bat that culminated in a fly ball to left that was just deep enough to score Bo, who I maybe think should have slid, but who did not, and yet it was fine, so what do I know? Another fairly ludicrous win, and one that assures us that, once the Red Sox leave town, the Blue Jays will have lost literally none of the six series they will have played to open the season (have I mentioned this is their toughest stretch all year?). "The series," of course, is at once a fake idea, and also not a fake idea at all, in that one must organize one's time (and one's time-thoughts) somehow, after all. 

To conclude, I would like to note how nice it has been in the first two games of this homestand to see Teoscar Hernandez back in the dugout, even if he is not yet able to play. His presence, as seen below, is a merry one, and I value it.



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