When Tigers pitcher Armando Gallaraga* lost his perfect game to Jim Joyce’s blown call at first base in 2010, he had a sympathiser from baseball’s not too distant past. Milt Pappas’s cell phone blew up, Pappas having lost a perfect game in the ninth on a ball call.
All good things must come to an end, even baseball games. Not to mention staggering rookie home run streaks and the San Diego Padres’ season-opening, run-scoring futilities. For now, at least. But did the Padres have to rub it in as they did Saturday evening?
Bad enough for the Colorado Rockies: The Padres not only ended their season-opening scoreless streak at their expense Friday night, but they battered them 13-6 while they were at it. Worse: The Padres on Saturday picked up where they left off Friday night, then saw and raised themselves, 16-3 with nineteen hits.
On the regular season’s final day last fall, CC Sabathia awoke in Baltimore the day after the Yankees played a doubleheader and felt uncertain whether he would explode or implode. A weekend with the bottle alone in his hotel did that to him.
Hung over and mentally parched, Sabathia’s first top on arriving in Camden Yards that Sunday was manager Joe Girardi’s office. The big Yankee lefthander was going against his own wife’s advice. Amber Sabathia, according to the New York Daily News, urged her husband to wait.
Let Trevor (Tell Me a) Story have his fun. Long as he’s doing it on the wrong side of a ball game, that’s just fine with the San Diego Padres, who came into Colorado Friday looking for a run any way they could find one.
They were probably wondering whether they’d have to scratch, claw, burrow, or bribe their way across the plate even once, after the Los Angeles Dodgers opened their season by shutting them out three straight.
All good things must come to an end, even in baseball. But so must all bad things, in due course. For the San Diego Padres, the latter can’t happen soon enough. For the Los Angeles Dodgers, the former happened a little too soon for comfort.
The Padres at this writing remain in search of their first run of the season. Presumably, they’ll take it any way they can get it when they meet the Colorado Rockies this weekend. Preferably right out of the chute, just to have done with it.
Leaving spring training, a fair number of observers wondered whether their early crowd on the disabled list would leave the Dodgers in a wee spot of trouble to open 2016 in earnest. Not to mention how the Dodgers lost their last five spring exhibitions, including an embarrassing Freeway Series sweep in which the Angels outscored them 15-3.
Take my advice and don’t ask the Padres what they think, after opening the season against the Dodgers being shut out twice and destroyed once.
There was a little huffing and puffing from the Royals’ contingency suggesting that there might—underline that—be a little payback coming for Noah Syndergaard Tuesday afternoon. That’s all it proved to be. The huffing and puffing, that is. Before the game and during the Mets’ 2-0 win.
Syndergaard irked no few Royals when he opened Game Three of the World Series, the only game the Mets would win, with a high brushback against Royals leadoff pest Alcides Escobar, whose over-comfort at the plate and concurrent consistent crowding Syndergaard decided to cure early enough.
Let history record that the first run batted in of the 2016 season was delivered by a pitcher. At the plate. A pitcher who’d had only three runs batted in in his entire career (nine seasons) prior to last year, when he drove in seven. And his name wasn’t Madison Bumgarner.
Let history record further that Clayton Kershaw was the beneficiary of the worst Opening Day blowout in major leaguer history a day later. And, that Bryce Harper rocked the best postgame cap around the circuits. So far.