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| me too, Raimel Tapia; me too |
You can't say we didn't have our chances; you also can't say we didn't hit into like a million double plays. Looking at the box score I see now that it was "only" three, but that really is a lot, fully one third of your innings feeling like something was totally going to happen (oh something happened alright). Ross Stripling's two runs on six hits through four innings is really not bad at all against this Yankees lineup, though it does sting a little that those two runs came on a Gleyber Torres home run (it's like, but why). By the time Yimi Garcia got touched up for the winning run in the ninth, it did not even come as a blow, really -- it felt like it just wasn't going to happen tonight batswise, and it was just a matter of time. This sounds perhaps like an awfully dire impression to have of a one-run game against the best team in the league, coming in on a nine-game win-streak, but I note that I wasn't actually sad about it, just low-key resigned after that third double play, like "okay, it's gonna be one of these. Manoah tomorrow, though." That's what it was like.
KS
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