We're having this Heartattack and Vine sort of evening, drinking in a hotel bar that's not nearly as cool as it thinks...but the pints of Mill Street and the view down the bartnedress' blouse have lifted our spirits. Vaguely.
Not to get overly personal here, but the last three weeks have us run down and in dire need of a bit of joy.
So thank god for our new hero Rod Barajas, who has been a bit of a revelation since Zaunie went down. Besides the pair of doubles and twice advancing on sac flies to score the winning run (in spite of the fat that he's a big fat slow man), there was that catch today where Rod the God reached around the backstop netting to snatch a ball out of the lap of a douchebag in the premium seats. (They don't call them "In the Action" for nothin', son.)
It was hard to tell from our vantage point in the 200s, but we're sure we saw Zaun on the top step of the dugout, watching the last vestiges of his short span as a starter comming to an abrupt end.
-Okay folks, we get that you want to make Sunday a family outing, but here are a few basic rules that you should follow:
1) The Rogers Centre is not your living room. Make yourself comfy and all, but please don't make us get up and allow you and your demon spawn with the ping-pong ball sized bladder through any more than a dozen times.
2) If you must get up more than a dozen times, then try to do so between innings. Because hearing your impolite "excuse me" and watching Luke Scott's second homer through your pasty white thighs is enough to test the patience of any man.
3) Stick together. Just because there are empty seats one section over doesn't mean that both sections wish to play host to you and your inbred ginger clan as you amble back and forth through the aisles. We came to watch the game, not an impromptu street theatre performance of the Grapes of Wrath.
Aside from that, it's at least a win, and a 1-2-3 ninth from B.J.. Another win from Doc, and a great game from Vernon (perish all of those thoughts of how well the Jays did without him.)
Now, back to the beer and the blouse.