Friday, June 15, 2012
Tommy John is a Punk
I NEVER SIGNED UP FOR THIS, TAO.
The Twitterverse damn near blew a gasket tonight when Drew Hutchison became the third Jays starter this week to tiptoe off the mound in the first inning and disappear into the dugout, presumably to navigate a maze of MRIs and/or flight schedules to Birmingham, the home of Dr. James Andrews. (Aside: I picture Dr. James Andrews owning a foreboding-looking castle on the top of a mountain somewhere, and you have to pound a giant medieval door knocker to get in the place. And it's always raining. I'm sure his office is much better lit than I'm imagining, though.)
Lost in the rush to start hacking off our own arms and sending them to SkyDome as replacements was the fact that the Jays won tonight, with some yeoman's work put in by the bullpen being the most significant factor (because they sure as hell didn't hit much, although it was good to see Brett Lawrie drive a couple of balls hard to the wall. We'll forget about his little baserunning escapade in the eighth). That losing record? Back to even-Steven. No matter how much rending of garments takes place, the fact remains that the team is still competitive. Nobody's printing post-season tickets, but they're hanging tough.
Don't tell that to Fox Sports' Jon Paul Morosi, though. After Hutchison's injury, Dr. Morosi (I can only assume he's a medical doctor, and moreover one who is capable of diagnosing arm injuries from a TV screen) tweeted that it was time for the Jays to start selling. I'm not here to tell you that the Jays will hang around a wild card race with a mess of starters on the DL, but if my knowledge of 1970s crossover country hits has taught me anything, it's that you have to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em. I just don't think it's time to start selling every last piece just yet. Maybe let's wait until we're a little closer to the deadline? Please?
I feel awful for Morrow, Drabek and Hutchison, but you may have noticed that apart from that, I'm basically an optimist when it comes to the Toronto Blue Jays. My reasons for that are pretty simple, when it comes right down to it: I have a family, a job, a mortgage and a real life that all provide me with my quota of stress. I don't need to let baseball, of all things, add to it. When things turn negative for the team I support, I try not to get too grouchy or complain too much. I try to take it with a bit of good humour. A couple more wins this weekend will help with that.