Didn’t see the game. My apologies. I had some sleepin’ to do. So… good job, The Second Base Tenor. Dos homers son mas grande. (I think.)
However, I’m here to discuss a little matter with Jeremy Bonderman, who heartily ate 7.2 innings and 100 pitches in the win. Two earned runs, five hits, only two walks. Nice work. Uhm… except…
One strikeout. One K. Ún K. Special K. One-third of Strom Thurmond’s youth. K.
That’s a damned lot of balls in play. Look behind you sometime, would you? Outside of that handsome devil in center and perhaps that home run hitter to the right of second base, do you see anyone back there you want to depend on every fifth game? Really?
So… good job, son. But, y’know, maybe strike some people out next time? You’re waaaay off your pace for K/9 this year and it’s making us just a little nervous. (Okay, a lot nervous.)
(Representation of Bonderman’s evening in coloring book form graciously provided by Sesame Workshop. Please give, won’t you?)