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Saturday, September 24, 2005

Five: Angels 7, Devil Rays 3

Jesus X. Christ was I getting nervous. I was throwing things while Washburn was throwing balls and getting hit like a piñata. The nightmare scenario of another loss to Tampa Bay dancing before my eyes like Marge Schott in a Vegas chorus line, after 29 pitches Washburn somehow managed to get out of it.

And then he didn't allow a single run for five more innings.

Meantime, with Mickey Hatcher taking an enforced day off, the team collected ten hits and seven runs. Time for a new hitting coach? Nah -- how often is it you get a "cheerleader, prankster, lunatic, retard, and coach all wrapped up in one"? Hell, even Steve Finley got a three-run dinger. There's no way I can condone putting him in the lineup on a regular basis:

You people would find a turd in a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
-- Sean
Damn right, and if Scioscia's previous usage patterns are anything like consistent, that turd will appear in the lineup of all four games of the A's series, causing the Angels to flounder.

Magic number is five, people. Postseason tickets go on sale Monday. If they actually make it -- well, d-a-a-mn if this isn't the first time in franchise history they've been to the big dance two years in a row. And speaking of numerical fun, Sean reminds us that yesterday's game was the 3,500th franchise victory, with the franchise winning percentage drifting to .4894 "and rising". You betcha.

ESPN BoxRecap


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