I woke up in a dark corner of the apartment. Where had I been all night? Sunday mornings...the absolute worst of the worst. When you wake up from Sabbath yet your eyes are beat red from a heavy night from the bottle. I looked on my bed and saw the covers had been thrown off. Where was Strawberry?
Feeling like a ton of concrete, I forced my way to the table and saw the Sunday morning Tampa Tribune on the table with a cup of coffee. Strawberry was so thoughtful.
There was more nonsense to be said in the papers, more gossip about players and irrelevant stories. Fact is, players' lives off the field doesn't interest me, it's what they do on the field that matters. What did if I care Evan Longoria's restaurant was raking in triple digits? What did it matter if Kevin Kiermaier is getting engaged? Getting the win and doing it good, is all that mattered.
Hours burned by and I didn't leave the confines of the apartment nor my mind. I flipped on the television to watch Jake Odorizzi take on Marco Estrada. Brain felt like a burnt pancake. It was apparent after the first inning, Jake was going to labor. First of all, his fastball wasn't well located and the Jays knocked him all around the diamond. The cutter wasn't really cuttin' and I began throwing stuff. Perhaps this is a hangover effect from last season. Once we were down last year, it felt like the game was over. Still Jake labored through and gave us 6.0 IP, 6 K (love it). Corey Dickerson came through and knocked one opposite going to left field in the corner. Splendid. Steven Souza Jr. got into a scuffle with baby boy Tulo and should have dropped him a right hook instead he knocks a three run bomb into the seats. Is it me, or is he striking out a lot less? Even when he gets out, he makes contact. Excellent.
What would you know? Jesus Sucre got him a little piece and sent one into left field too. Estrada is filthy. The deception of his breaking pitch and fastball is stressful to watch. Josh Donaldson left the game with calf soreness running to first. These Blue Jays aren't looking to hot after the first week and we're looking damn good...
Monday woes...
Alex Cobb looked great, went 7.1 IN, 7 SO...not bad but overlooked by the guy who loves pine tar to throw pitches near perfect game until Longo spoiled that mess with a double. LoMo of all people sent one into the right field porch, which is pathetic for a ballpark, but we still got crushed.
I got pissed and drank a bunch of cough syrup to forget the pain.
"You okay?" Strawberry asked.
"It feels like I haven't left this chair in two days,"
A soft breeze crept in.
"You haven't," Strawberry chuckled.
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