ChiSox 8, Indians 2

Jottings from my visit:

My map-your-trip URL was a bit too functional, as I took a bus to try and catch a distinct bus…which I just didn’t catch. So I had a long wait in an unfamiliar part of town amid lots and lots of fog. Kind of awkward, and I didn’t show up for a half-inning plus (I saw Chicago’s first run). But it was okay, for as you sit on your bus, Chicago’s coach talks to you! “Join us at our stadium, root for us,” and so on. Cool stuff.

It’s hard to buy a card for scoring at a booth. You must visit a shop to pick it up. But, folks working at this stadium do know what such a card is (I cannot say as much for Ohio’s AL stadium, alas.)

An all-star lipogrammatic Sox squad of historic digits was part of this, to show how to put down plays, with Fox, Appling, Aparicio, Minoso, and…um, Robinson (#42…just go with it) up to bat.

It was shocking that display boards had information, not just about “this day in Sox history,” but also much to do with Indians history! And a quiz on it, to boot! (Solution was Sandy Alomar, Jr., now coaching first for today’s visitors.) This is unusual.

Also on display, virtual guys racing. Nothing odd about that, but usually such racing has your own squad’s stadium as its finish. This, though, wound up at Chicago’s Blackhawks’ stadium. Which I didn’t mind, for I got to hum along to Blackhawks goal music. A glorious thing.

Carlos hit a two-run shot, sparking light displays on a big board. I don’t know what would prompt a long word out on Comcast’s stand to light up…scoring a run through small ball?

It was hard to root, root, root for this squad without laughing. Following that song, Bon Jovi’s song about Gina and Tommy was playing (which I know mostly from Twins ballparks).

A gorilla got on Kiss Cam, blowing romantic signs to all of us.

An odd statistical phrasing was on display…nobody says that a guy brought in to pitch “owns” 14 Ks in 6.1 innings against a particular squad. Until now.

Adam Dunn holds his bat up in a funny way prior to hitting. Possibly you know all about that, but I’m not that good at catching on to all visual things so it was unusual on my part.

An odd film had spooky clips and dumb plays to go along with all that fog. So much fog.

Also, you probably saw, this blog now has an MLB look. I don’t know if I can bring back my old logo, but I might stick with this anyway now that such an MLB look is up for grabs.

Jays 2, Twins 1, Indians 1, Rays 0

Nobody owns 2010 and nobody will, but young bats also stand with arms as standouts so far. It’s an individual activity, hitting. Or pitching, actually, though an ally must catch. Throwing without pitching also can’t occur without an ally, or can’t occur in a good way. If you blow it, if you plural blow it, it’s still going down as a flaw with a particular individual, though choosing is now and again arbitrary.

That choosing is a hard task; it can’t occur in a vacuum. Not that far into finding out about a sport, you find out about its most dazzling days, find out what has a quick shorthand to pin down how good it was. And it’s a long, long way from that day until you could obtain a job and say what was, or was not, a hit.

If anything is a hit, without doubt, it’s a hit that soars far. Fair and out of play, into distant stands, for a hit and a run to boot. Such was on display from Toronto, slug and slug again, and in particular from a youth. That said, Tampa Bay too hit and got runs; 11 runs, to just 9 hits. Hitting, obviously, is not your only way to build a scoring opportunity. But Toronto was too strong, smacking 20 hits, 8 going far out. If anything’s obviously a hit, it’s that sort of blast.


Actually, no. You can fight, saying a ball did go out, against a ruling that it didn’t. And what’s lost in that  fight, you don’t gain in confusion following that loss–it’s not hard to claim that it wasn’t fair, in a splashy first-paragraph blurb, but it is hard to say that what you’d want still wouldn’t stop you from losing.

But if any squad shouldn’t complain about quirky ballparks, it’s our Twins that can’t. Not following a hit off a catwalk, prompting complaints from Maddon. Who’s crowing about moving outdoors now?

…Probably our Twins, still. That’s a pity.

So it’s Tampa Bay, again, that was flirting with historic futility. From what I saw (look-ins on, I’ll admit, not all that much), this was similar to Jackson’s win–not as wild, but with many throws, and also finishing 1-0. Just having a run to work with can focus brilliant jobs, but if that won’t occur, with first and third full, why stay with Morrow?

But it paid off.

And so fans look towards morrows, trying to find out what this wacky August 2010 will throw us.