My grandmother always told me…”if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Personally, I always liked Alice Roosevelt’s version…”if you don’t have anything nice to say, sit next to me.” I suppose you’re wondering what that has to do with the GIANTS game. Me too.
I guess it has to do with me trying think of something nice to say about last night’s game. Reminds me of Dolly Parton’s line in Steel Magnolias. She is talking about her son’s new girlfriend and she says “the nicest thing I can say about her is all her tattoos are spelled correctly.”
Remember when I blamed myself for the GIANTS loss because I didn’t keep score? It happened again last night. I ran out of score sheets, my printer died, the dog ate my homework, the check’s in the mail…pick an excuse. No matter the reason, I didn’t keep score and the GIANTS lost. It’s clearly my fault.
The game started ugly. Cain walked the Nat’s lead-off hitter. Then he walked the second hitter. About the time I picked up my jaw from the floor–have you ever watched Matt Cain walk 2 hitters in a row? let alone in the same inning?–the third Nat’s hitter was taking a stroll for his free 90 feet. All 3 hitters scored. In the bottom half of the inning the GIANTS didn’t. Score that is. After 1, the score was:
GIANTS 0, Nationals 3
The GIANTS did score in the bottom of the 4th. Buster Posey got a base hit and scored on Brandon Crawford’s RBI triple. In the top of the 5th, the Nationals hit a solo HR. The GIANTS scored in the 7th when Brandon Hicks hit a bunt grounder for a single and Gregor Blanco moved him over to 2nd when he got a base hit. Then Joaquin Arias hit a ground ball into a double play, getting himself and Blanco out, but Hicks moved over to 3rd on the play and Pablo brought him home with an RBI single. The Nationals scored 2 more runs in the 9th. The final score was:
GIANTS 2, Nationals 6
I have to run now because today’s game starts at 12:45. And I really am out of score sheets. And my printer really is dead. I’m keeping score today if I have to hand draw the damn score sheet by hand. And that’s going to take awhile.