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"This one's on me" was Kevin Gausman's gracious (and suitably show) assessment of the Blue Jay's 3-1 loss to the Seattle Mariners to open this American League Championship Series Sunday night, but he was clearly mistaken: Gausman was one strike away from six very fine shutout innings when Cal Raleigh (the Big Dumper himself) crushed a solo home run to right to tie the game at one; Gausman walked the next batter, who, Brandon Little, alas, could not hold at bay in relief. That's two runs charged to Gausman's account in five-and-two-thirds innings, which you would take from your starter just about every time, right? And so I am much more inclined to agree with Vladimir Guerrero Jr.'s assessment of the evening, which reads as follows: "We just didn't hit." After George Springer's first-pitch dinger, the Blue Jays added only Anthony Santander's second-inning single to that initial and quite rad opening volley. Two hits! Just two! This is the same team that put up twenty-three runs against the Yankees just last weekend, and scored thirty-four runs on fifty hits in that all-timer of a four-game series. Baseball continues to be both the weirdest and the best, though I am hoping that the particular weirdnesses of game two, whatever they may be, will prove more congenial to my particular interests. A split at home, win even one of the three in Seattle, and we're back home for game six? And indeed seven? Is this too much to ask? It may very well be! And yet here I am, asking all the same. Trey Yesavage takes the mound but twenty-five minutes from this, our moment of composition, and it sure would be neat if he could slice up these totally reasonable Seattle Mariners much as he did the largely loathsome Yankees (not you, Aaron Judge; you seem pretty nice) just eight days ago. Tell you what, implied reader, check back later and I will let you know.
KS
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