St. Louis blues

Befuddled by the Mike Leake trade, Cardinals pitcher Lance Lynn pitched a Saturday gem for . . . nothing, as it turned out.

Befuddled by the Mike Leake trade, Cardinals pitcher Lance Lynn pitched a Saturday gem for . . . nothing, as it turned out.

No, we’re not going to blame Yadier Molina’s glove turning into a jack-in-the-box near the plate as Jackie Bradley, Jr. scrambled back to touch it after sliding past it. But the Cardinals have gone 6-8 since Molina’s Muff, and in that span they’ve played only one serious or semi-serious contender while losing enough close ones to teams who weren’t supposed to be equal to them.

And the natives are getting restless.

Giant Bats Get Their Freak On

The Freak flies his flag . . .

Did I say it was going to hover well and large over the Cincinnati Reds, when Brandon Phillips ran them out of what should have been a bigger first inning Tuesday, and Scott Rolen got so eager trying to field a short hop he chested the San Francisco Giants into a tenth-inning, life-saving Game Three win?

If I didn’t quite say that, Game Four may compel its saying just yet, with Pablo Sandoval tacking on the exclamation point with his mammoth two-run bomb in the top of the eighth, and Tim Lincecum merely signing off on what may yet prove these Reds’ death sentence.