…where Angels fear to tread.
So hey, that was a good-looking top of the third, welcome back Mike Napoli and Robbie Ross, and Wilmer Font, you’ve earned this pink backpack and another mop-up chance.
But let’s face it.
When you draw Jered Weaver in Anaheim, and your own starter isn’t throwing strikes, and you give up an eight-run inning that Albert Pujols watched on TV and that started with sinusitis and included a two-pitch sequence in which the other guys advanced eight bases without a swing and your pitcher was assisted off the field with a bruised knee, and the benches empty early (but not like that), there’s a chance things may not go your way that night.
On the other hand, when the season has about two weeks to go, and you lose no ground to the one club with a shot to chase you down – and the Angels gain no ground on the one that they’re chasing – you move on fairly effortlessly from that one in the name of #treading, hoping that whatever happened at the Kimmel studios to cause headaches and blurry vision was just a 24-hour bug, that Holland-Wilson makes us a little less insane, and that Justin Verlander extends Oakland’s loss streak tonight without needing seven innings from the pen like Max Scherzer, who didn’t make a Kimmel appearance the night before, did on Tuesday.
And, gauche as it may be, that Chris Davis (9th inning) and Darren O’Day (10th and 11th) and Pedro Strop (12th) and Tommy Hunter (16th and 17th) and Good Grief Taylor Teagarden (18th) can repeat their heroics from early this morning, and put it to King Felix, not because I have it in for Seattle but because anything that tosses a little more dirt onto the Angels’ season works for me.
I have to repeat this to myself because it still makes almost no sense:
Texas lost no ground, Los Angeles gained none.