FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Posted by Alphonso at 10:30 AM
After last night's unexpected win ( I thought the rains had killed us ), it is time for a bit of reflection:
1. I saw Aaron hit his homer. If ever a pitcher threw a mistake pitch, that was it. The entire world knows not to throw this guy a fastball down the middle, or pretty much anywhere on the plate below the " letters."
2. When Aaron came up with men on second and third, one out, it was even a bigger moment. Those runs meant a lot. A single or a sacrifice fly could spell the difference between a "W" and an "L."
Giving Aaron some credit, he worked a 3-1 count; then 3-2. Once it went to 3-2, I said to
myself, " there is no way he doesn't swing at the next pitch, pretty much regardless of where that pitch is." You could see it in his eyes. He forgot that first base was open, that he had homered earlier, and that KC knew he was a rookie, vulnerable to breaking balls and off-speed pitches.
Strike three on ball four. Take a seat, Aaron. Great to give you a big moment in a big game.
I knew he was going to strike out.. And it pissed me off that I knew it. I need these guys to prove themselves better than I think they are. That's what Sanchez does every day.
3. Tyler was up next. No chance now for a sac fly, but a timely single ( I think he was on a 2-23 run, and a batting average below the Mendoza line ) would be a game changer, and a huge boost for his confidence.
Nothing. great to give you a big moment in a big game.
In fact, when he was 0-2, I turned off the tv. I knew he would fail, and it pissed me off that I knew it. I need these guys....etc.
As a meaningless aside, Tyler did make a great stretch on that bare-handed throw from Headley. How the hell did he not rip every groin muscle in his body? He looked like the gold winning US gymnastics team on that one ( I refer to the women, but cast no sexist aspersion on
Tyler in so saying ).
4. The really fun story of the day is that Mr. Faith and Godliness, Tim Tebow, is refusing to give up his dream of becoming a professional athlete. Since he won't consider playing " tight end, " he will consider pro baseball. In High school, he was a super star at 6'3" and 235 pounds.
And he had a nationally televised tryout. Scouts from all but two teams ( Jets and Broncos?). He does not have a right field arm, apparently, but otherwise scored worthy of a tryout for some loser. Which team is closest to Heaven? At 29, he is actually older than some of the Yankee's outfield prospects, like Mason Williams.
What I await, and I mean no disrespect, is when he sees the baseball dream end, and the basketball dream begin. I want to see him at an NBA camp, draining threes, and picking pockets on defense.
If that fails, get this.......the NHL. He could start as a defenseman and, if that fails, take up a lot of space as goaltender. What could be more fun than gunning snapshots at Tim Tebow?
Finally, I saw a photo of Venus Williams winning a round one match yesterday in the US Open Tennis. She looked like a grandmother, no disrespect. But Tim could probably become her mixed doubles partner.
Aren't sports great?