For the second straight day, Jays pitching gave up 10 runs. In fairness, unlike yesterday those runs came over two games, but it still resulted in twin losses. Twin 5-2 losses in fact, further cementing the fact that the Gods of Baseball hate Toronto's fucking guts. I watched the final two episodes of the third season of Dexter earlier this evening, and the bloodletting in that fine program paled in comparison to the Jays in August. September isn't starting out any different. Whether it be Josh Hamilton taking his face out of some drunk chick's tits long enough to hit TWO jacks, or the sudden philanthropic streak Jays pitchers took on in making Crash Davis look like less of a disaster this year, Monday's drunken ecstasy has made way for Tuesday's crippling hangover.
But there were a few little joy nuggets for those looking for an excuse to put the razor blade down. Adam Lind. Like I said yesterday, Adam Lind. Joe Inglett went 2 for 2 with a walk, a pace we can certainly expect him to keep up for the rest of the season. The patron saint of
Garfooses everywhere, Dirk Hayhurst continues to be the little
non-prospect that could. He pitched another inning of low-leverage relief, bringing his ERA down to 1.53. And, most importantly, the
chops have returned!
Right, as you were with the razor. I personally recommend x's and o's. Who said self harm couldn't be fun for the whole family?
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