I gave Tony La Russa a call last night. He didn’t pick up. So I texted him and said, “Nice try, RuRu.” He didn’t answer. I can’t decide whether he was more offended by the message or the nickname. Then again, one good turn deserves another and you think it was fun to stand on the 3rd base line for half an hour on Opening Day?
In all seriousness, I don’t think the lights going out (and the ensuing 15 minute delay with one pitch to go til the end of the game) was a conspiracy and it’s a blip on the map in the long, drawn out and- dare I say it?- torturous win over St. LuLu. It featured some stellar hitting and relief pitching, with Sergio Romo totally redeeming himself and me falling more and more in love with Brandon Crawford. Manny Burriss had a big moment, which made us Manny-ites happy and then there was Nate Schierholtz. What can I say about him except that I still can’t spell his name and it’s about time! He’s finally playing like he should, you know? And it’s so gratifying to watch him and a nice revelation from the endless parade of slumping outfielders. Then there was Aubrey. I can’t say that might be a sign he’s heating up. I’m become a total skeptic about him. I need to see a whole lot more before I’ll laugh and talk really fast with the only decipherable words being, “slow starter”.
I just realized that this is actually a four game set (why, Bud? Why?) so my eyes will be peeled for any more suspicious stuff at Busch Stadium and I will be praying that Arizona cools off a little before we go out there in two weeks.
Around the league, the Angels team flight had an emergency landing (aaah!) Dodgers have a fire and an unfit parent on their hands (I feel for them. I really do.) and Kansas City had an incredibly sweet proposal which I keep watching over and over, trying to decide if I think it was really a surprise or not. I vaguely think it was all planned. And yeah. Santa doesn’t exist. Sorry.
p.s. Bye-bye, Ryan Rohlinger and happy travels in the Rockies organization! We’ll miss you ’round here.