The year 1914 was filled with really important events, like World War I and Charlie Chaplin’s first big screen appearance, peppered with other- only arguably important- things like the creation of Mother’s Day and the last known passenger pigeon dying at the Cincinnati Zoo. She was named Martha.
That’s Martha. Or her cousin. Or something.
Per Wikipedia, this all is. I don’t, you know, remember that.
That year, the Phillies had a bit of dismal season, finishing at 74-80, 20.5 games out of first place. The Boston Braves (Boston Braves? What? So. Weird.) won it all at 94-59, for whatever it’s worth.
Them Phills also had a streak of 19 solo home runs, one that no one was ever able to match, though I’m sure some teams have tried (lookin’ at you, Pirates and your 17 straight losing seasons).
That is, until tonight! Pablo Sandoval did the honors with a first inning solo shot. Now I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, seeing as I really do like it when he hits homers, but that is really, really, genuinely terrible. I don’t think I’m overreacting here. When I said snoozing with RISP in the past, I think I should have said dead with RISP. Runners in any position! Even if they’re on first base, that counts! You know that, right, Giants? Oh, you didn’t. No wonder. All is forgiven, then. Get to it next game. Please. And thank you.
And if you want to make some basically classless and totally snarky comments about the Marlins stadium, I actually wouldn’t mind that. I mean, seems to be working for CJ.
p.s. It very literally (okay, not literally literally, but you know what I mean) breaks my heart to hear Cain saying “it was my fault”. Six innings, two runs isn’t brilliance or anything but with any sort of offense that’s a totally fine outing.