The math dictates that Texas 3, Tampa Bay 1, the Rangers’ third straight win and seventh out of 10, put the club out of everyone else’s reach in the chase for the American League’s best record heading into the playoffs.
Texas will host the first two games of the ALDS and have home field advantage, even though it doesn’t know yet who will visit.
Texas will retain home field for the ALCS, if it advances.
Texas will have home field for the World Series (courtesy of AL 4, NL 2 on July 12), should the club reach its third Fall Classic.
The win over the Rays also gave Texas a club-record 53 home victories. According to math, should the Rangers split these final two with Tampa Bay, they will have won a clean two-thirds of their regularly scheduled home games in 2016.
Yu Darvish threw 97 pitches over six innings last night.
Eleven of them were expended on the first batter of the game.
After that, the remaining 23 Rays he faced saw 86 pitches.
An average of 3.7 pitches per batter isn’t all that eye-opening per se — until you factor in that Darvish struck out a dozen in those six frames (half the Rays he faced), and, according to math, it takes at least three pitches each time you do that.
Darvish was not only electric last night — he was unusually efficient.
He issued one walk (in his final frame). He threw only 27 balls to 24 batters, an exceptional number for any starting pitcher but extraordinary for a pitcher with Darvish’s profile. He induced 20 swinging strikes, a season high.
One final point with the numbers.
These last two times he’s taken the ball, this team’s number 2 has pitched like a number 1.
We don’t yet know who Yu Darvish will next face, but I can’t wait for his second chance to pitch in a Major League playoff game, less than a week from now.
Some other lineup’s days might be numbered.
Three games still mattered as far as Texas was concerned: its series finale against the Brewers and road games involving the two clubs it was battling for home field throughout the post-season. Cleveland was in Detroit, and Boston was in New York.
The Indians, 1.5 games behind Texas, jumped out to a 1-0 lead in the first, aided by Detroit starter Michael Fulmer’s throwing error.
The Red Sox, half a game back and even with the Rangers in the loss column, broke a scoreless tie in the eighth by plating three runs, aided by a Starlin Castro fielding error.
The Rangers found themselves down 5-3 after three innings, with two of Milwaukee’s runs unearned and Texas playing uncharacteristically sloppy defense.
The baseball night wasn’t looking great.
But then a former Ranger turned the Cleveland-Detroit game around for the Tigers with a two-run homer in the third inning of a rainy game that would last just five.
And another former Ranger stunned Boston in the bottom of the ninth with a walkoff grand slam.
Minutes after that, with a former Ranger called on to hold what was then a 5-4 Brewers lead, Texas scored four runs in the frame — one driven in by the key player acquired for that ex-Ranger Yankee and the other three courtesy of a former Brewer — and then another former Brewer closed out his own relief win.
Cleveland lost, and Ian Kinsler’s early bomb was a big reason why.
Boston lost, on Mark Teixeira’s majestic shot.
Texas won, as Elvis Andrus tied the game after Corey Knebel was lifted for current Brewers closer Tyler Thornburg (who was holding opponents to a .144/.233/.266 slash line, including .059/.188/.103 in the eight weeks since he assumed Jeremy Jeffress’s closer duties), immediately after which Carlos Gomez (now hitting .291/.371/.564 as a Ranger, after going .210/.272/.322 with Houston) destroyed a Thornburg changeup up and in to give the Rangers an 8-5 lead.
It was the first homer Thornburg had surrendered in more than three months.
Jeffress, who’d pitched a scoreless eighth that included a ground ball double play, pitched a scoreless ninth that included a ground ball double play.
Another two scoreless frames for the bullpen.
Another bullpen win.
Another comeback win.
Another step toward full home field, in an extraordinary season that seems to give us more reason all the time to believe there could be something really special developing, helped along more than occasionally by players other teams didn’t want, and by former players who have done their own part to further their old team’s cause.
In the eighth inning on September 18, Oakland’s Khris Davis homered for the second time on the afternoon, driving a 1-0 Keone Kela fastball the opposite way and tucking it a few feet inside the right field foul pole.
Since then, Kela and his fellow Rangers relievers have done the following:
RELIEVER IP H R ER UIBB K
Dyson 4.0 3 0 0 3 3
Bush 5.1 2 0 0 0 5
Diekman 2.0 2 0 0 3 2
Barnette 1.0 2 0 0 0 2
Kela 2.0 0 0 0 1 3
Scheppers 3.1 1 0 0 2 1
Jeffress 1.1 0 0 0 0 1
Claudio 2.2 5 1 0 0 1
Holland 1.0 1 0 0 0 0
Martinez 6.0 4 0 0 1 2
Leclerc 2.2 4 0 0 2 2
Alvarez 0.2 0 0 0 1 2
Faulkner 1.0 0 0 0 0 0
TOTALS 33.0 24 1 0 14 24
- A righthander acquired for a pair of third-tier prospects in a trade deadline deal
- A 30-year-old rookie righthander signed off of a Golden Corral parking lot tryout
- A lefthander picked up as the second piece in a trade deadline deal
- A 32-year-old rookie righthander signed out of Japan
- A righthander drafted in the 12th round
- A 29-year-old righthander coming off a knee injury that cost him nearly a year
- A righthander picked up as the second piece in a trade deadline deal
- A lefthander drafted in the 27th round
- A lefthander who’s been a career starter but asked now to audition for post-season relief work
- A righthander drafted in the 18th round from a small college program where he played in the infield
- A righthander signed out of the Dominican Republic for $90,000
- A 27-year-old rookie lefthander with his fourth organization, having been released by one, waived by another, and traded by a third
- A lefthander drafted in the 14th round
Twenty-four hits (19 of which were singles).
No earned runs.
In that span of time Texas has won five games. Relievers recorded three of those wins — giving the bullpen 40 for the season, one short of the all-time record set by the 1953 Brooklyn Dodgers (in an era when just about all starting pitchers occasionally pitched in relief) — and three saves.
Texas 6, Milwaukee 4 was also the third comeback win in that stretch, and the Rangers’ 48th comeback victory of the season.
Forty-eight. More than half of their wins have had them come from behind.
On nights when the starter doesn’t get it done — like last night, when the Rangers bullpen was asked to get more outs than starter A.J. Griffin recorded — comeback wins don’t happen unless the pen gets the game back under control while the offense gets to work.
Griffin struggled last night. It was probably the last time he’ll pitch this season, as he’s unlikely to make a playoff roster.
But the five pitchers who relieved him — Claudio, Barnette, Kela, Bush, and Dyson — are surely all playoff-bound.
Brewers starter Jimmy Nelson was no-hitting the Rangers one time through the order, by which time his club had jumped out to a 3-0 lead.
Then Carlos Gomez came up for a second time and tied the game with a majestic home run, driving in Jurickson Profar and Elvis Andrus, each of whom had walked.
Former Brewers Gomez and Jonathan Lucroy, in fact, drove in the first five of the Rangers’ six runs. By time Lucroy doubled Carlos Beltran and Adrian Beltre in, the Texas bullpen was already doing work.
With a group locked into place in all kinds of different ways.
“If you use your eyes and ears,” Pirates manager Clint Hurdle said on Sunday morning, “there’s reminders throughout your week that life’s short and you don’t call all the shots.”
He’d been asked to comment on the news that a boat accident had claimed Jose Fernandez’s life hours earlier.
The former Rangers hitting coach, who made a mark here in just one season and who had a huge impact on the man who now manages this club, continued: “It’s so horribly sad on so many different levels that there’ll be no more of that, there’ll be no more of him, there’ll be no more of that emotion on the mound, that skill set, that human being, that young man with such a gift, such a great smile.
“Be where your feet are,” Hurdle added. “Enjoy the moment. There’ll be a day where there won’t be another day.”
Two days before that, in a completely different context, I heard someone else tell a room of 100: “Be where your feet are.”
I’m sure the expression is more common than I realized, and I’d probably heard it before, but I didn’t remember ever hearing it when I did on Friday, and wrote it down so I would.
Then I heard it again Sunday, and it meant something entirely different.
Well, no, not an entirely different meaning. But a much different impact. Sports offers hope but it can tear your heart out, too, sometimes in ways you can’t fathom, or at least don’t want to.
I spent a couple days last week at Fall Instructional League in Surprise, something I’ve done every year since 2007, motivated that year to make the trip because of all the talent the Rangers had added in the few months leading up to it — including Mitch Moreland, Derek Holland, Blake Beavan, Tommy Hunter, Neil Ramirez, and Julio Borbon via the draft; Martin Perez, Tomas Telis, and Leury Garcia internationally; and Elvis Andrus, Neftali Feliz, Matt Harrison, Engel Beltre, and Max Ramirez in trades — and while I expected the talent level to be different in this 10th September trip to Arizona than it’s been most years, different due to big trades and late draft position and caps on international spending, I looked forward to it as much as ever.
There were drills and there were games and there were displays of talent to dream on, and there was the “Be where your feet are” message, a permission and persuasion to celebrate successes — a base hit or a chased slider, or two-tenths shaved off in the 60 or a new mark in the weight room — to celebrate all of those, along the way, in this game of failures.
Two days later, Marlins manager Don Mattingly spoke, through tears, of the joy that Fernandez played with, as much a signature of his game as the filthy stuff and 80-grade competitiveness. “When you watch kids in little league or something like that, that’s the joy that Jose played with. The passion he felt about playing — that’s what I think about.”
Brandon McCarthy said: “We were all jealous of his talent, but deep down I think we most envied the fun he had while doing something so difficult.”
Mattingly’s remarks and McCarthy’s tweet both expressed the type of thing people will say about Adrian Beltre in Cooperstown one of these days.
This year’s trip to Surprise ended with a table for 10 or so at The Brookside II to watch Texas vs. Oakland on Friday night.
It’s the same restaurant at which I’ve finished several trips to Instructs, including the one that ended on October 3, 2012.
The same restaurant.
With some of the same people.
What Ryan Dempster coughed up on that 2012 day in Oakland, Cole Hamels did not.
Beltre had three hits that day in 2012 (one off A’s starter A.J. Griffin), but none were bigger than the one he had Friday night, when he homered off Kendall Graveman in the seventh inning — the only frame in which Texas reached base at all, aside from a ninth-inning walk — to give his team a 3-0 lead that Hamels, Matt Bush, and Sam Dyson made stand up.
And that led to a baseball celebration reserved for moments when a team locks in the opportunity to move on . . . or when it wins the final game of the post-season, which will happen around here eventually.
The joy in the visitor’s clubhouse that night was something that 2012 club never got the chance to share. In spite of 93 wins that year, only two of those came in the final nine, and as a result on the last day of the season the Rangers fell out of first place for the first time since the season’s third day. And then Texas lost the Wild Card Game to Joe Saunders and the Orioles. There was never anything clinched, and no Ginger-Ale-and-champagne celebration in 2012.
There were three in 2010.
And three in 2011.
There’s been one in 2016. So far.
But in 2012, a great team — one featuring a roster Jon Daniels has since called, in his estimation, the Rangers’ best — never got to celebrate in that way, and that’s a shame.
A few weeks before Texas dropped seven of nine to land in that year’s Wild Card Game, Fernandez finished his Low A Greensboro/High A Jupiter season at 14-1, 1.75.
That winter, Jurickson Profar would grace the cover of Baseball America’s Prospect Handbook as the game’s number one prospect. Fernandez was number five.
But even though Fernandez hadn’t even reached AA when the 2012 season ended, in 2013 he was NL Rookie of the Year — and third in the Cy Young vote.
He wouldn’t have another healthy season until this year, when he might well have been — and could still be — on his way to another top three Cy Young finish.
You spend a couple days at Instructs and you see Alex Speas shoving 97-99 with a wipeout breaking ball, you see Brett Martin and Cole Ragans (with the exact same shoulder-hunch/torso-rock/full-extension mechanics as Hamels and nearly as wicked a two-plane curve) dealing and wonder how the new ballpark might favor left-handed pitchers, and you see David Garcia (b.2000) showing the tools that made him the most coveted catcher in this year’s J2 class, and you watch Leody Taveras (just named the Arizona League’s number one prospect by BA) and Jairo Beras and Josh Morgan sharing cuts in Cage 1, and you find yourself thinking about three or five years down the road, when the truth is that three or five days from now aren’t necessarily promised.
You see a Dad watching his kid play.
You see a Dad watching his kid coach.
And then you can’t stop thinking about a Grandmother watching her grandson pitch.
Some things that are never supposed to happen do.
Some things that everyone expects to happen don’t.
On one of the walls inside the Rangers’ Surprise complex, on the minor league side, is a display showing the dozens of players who began their Rangers careers without earning an assignment to a minor league club out of spring training, but in spite of being held back in extended spring training got to the big leagues. It’s meant to serve as motivation.
It’s also a reminder that there’s no sense bemoaning things when reality doesn’t yet match up with expectations, or feeling sorry for yourself, worrying about where the chips fell. A reminder to take on the challenge at hand without bitterness, to hit each mark with everything you’ve got, to celebrate each success along the path.
To be where your feet are.
The Rangers celebrated Friday night. Players and coaches and families — including Prince! (cold fusion) — celebrated, because there’s room in the game for joy, even moments that are just steps on a path.
Texas isn’t going to be satisfied with 2016 if that turns out to be the final celebration of its kind. But that’s no reason not to celebrate.
Even Beltre, whose moments of baseball joy are even evident on pop-ups between third and short and on rundowns when he’s the one in the helmet and on called strikes he doesn’t particularly care for, shows a different side when he gets the chance to put on goggles and shoot Moet & Chandon fireworks. I remember thinking the same thing about Michael Young.
I can only imagine what Jose Fernandez would have looked like celebrating a division title, or more. He never got that chance. And that sucks.
He played with joy. He brought us joy.
He was an expectant father, and that’s a joy he won’t get to experience. Hate that.
My plan was to come back home to write about Anderson Tejeda and Joe Palumbo and Taveras and Martin. Not about boats or “reminders that life’s short and you don’t call all the shots.”
I don’t know if any of the 80 or so players in Surprise had enough energy Friday night to find a TV somewhere and see Adrian and Prince and Cole and Yu and Banny celebrate, or if the minor league coaches and coordinators showed them a clip or two on Saturday morning, a clip or two showing players like Mazara and Gallo and Leclerc and Mendez who were at Instructs just two years ago, to help inspire those 80 in a way not even a wall display can.
I also don’t know whether any of them will jump one day from Class A to Rookie of the Year like Jose Fernandez did. It’s unlikely. But that’s not the goal.
The goal is to get better today. And then better than that tomorrow.
And to take joy in it.
It was a night of three’s.
All three Rangers pitchers were outstanding, particularly starter Martin Perez (7-4-2-2-0-2, 60 strikes out of 79 pitches, first-pitch strikes to 20 of 27 Angels), making a strong statement — at least at the moment — that the club could do worse than deploying Number 33 as its Number Three in the ALDS.
Three Rangers batted in the ninth, each singling. Elvis Andrus (three hits) and Ian Desmond (three hits), collaborated on the game’s final pitch — shortly after a 33-minute rain delay — to give Texas its third and decisive run.
Texas 3, Los Angeles 2, with Sam Dyson recording his third victory and Jose Alvarez suffering his third loss.
The game lasted three hours. Exactly.
And, with Seattle’s subsequent 3-2 loss to Toronto, the Rangers’ Magic Number dropped to 3, meaning there’s actually a chance to clinch at home before heading out for three final road games — as long as three teams (Texas, Seattle, Houston) all take nearly unmitigated chunks at that number today and tomorrow.
I don’t want to spend much time on the play on which Yunel Escobar was cut down trying for three but was awarded a return to second when a ball that wasn’t lodged was ruled “lodged” in New York, because the umpiring trio of Joe West, Kerwin Danley, and whoever was on replay duty on Manhattan’s 9th Avenue grabbed more than their share of the spotlight already.
But it did feel like a three-sided battle: the Angels vs. the Rangers vs. the umpires.
A battle of three. And a victory.
Shortly after Cliff Lee arrived in Texas in 2010, he had a five-game stretch as August came to an end in which he went 0-5, 8.28, getting tuned up at a slash rate of .333/.348/.538 by three good teams and two very bad ones.
Lee straightened things out over his final four regular season starts (3-1, 1.93, .189/.233/.295).
And then Lee was extraordinary in the post-season, particularly in the ALDS and ALCS, the franchise’s first ever playoff series wins (3-0, 0.75, .151/.161/.209, 34 strikeouts and one walk in 24 innings). Without him, the 2010 World Series would have gone on without Texas.
On Wednesday, Yu Darvish threw a bullpen on what would have been his day to start. He called it “the best bullpen of my life.”
And then last night (seven Oakland runs on seven hits [including two home runs] and four walks in five innings) happened.
It looked uncomfortably like three of Cole Hamels’s last four starts.
Chances are Hamels and Darvish will make two more starts each before the ALDS, when they’ll be tasked with starting at least half the team’s games and will need to be a whole lot better than they’ve been lately.
There’s time for Hamels and Darvish to straighten things out.
And there’s precedent to suggest we may look back one day and wonder how in the world those two number ones looked so vulnerable before the 162+ lights were turned on.
The finish was incredible and the crowd was insanely electric and JD’s fingerprints were all over this one, including the final kill shot, and it was emotional and dramatic and, finally, at the end, uplifting, and everyone piled together at center stage, bouncing up and down and celebrating with the rest of us.
And then “Heathers 101: High School Edition” was over, and we walked out of the auditorium out to the parking lot.
Zero exaggeration: We got in the car, and the radio came on with Eric Nadel in mid-sentence, calling Jonathan Lucroy’s walkoff shot.
That triggered the Pudge entry late last night, as Texas 7, Oakland 6 dropped the Rangers’ Magic Number to 7.
An hour after that: Houston 6, Seattle 0, and the Magic Number took another hit, sending me on the hunt for this photo:
It was Adi’s night and it was Trevor’s night and Erica’s night, too, and it was Jonathan’s night and Carlos & Carlos’s, and dozens of others on both stages. It was a night of #pizza7 and 7-Eleven, of fireworks and fireworks, and a night of #NeverEverQuit, and of “Lets make it beautiful.”
It was also a night of Chandler’s, at least for some of us, and the cool thing is we get to do it all over again tonight, and then tomorrow afternoon. There’s something super-special going on.
Quick work break. Wanted to hit on something to follow up on yesterday’s report, since – barring an unlikely tear by the Astros to move past at least four of the six teams ahead of them in the race for the two Wild Card spots followed by another necessary chain of events – Texas and Houston won’t share a field for another 227 days, at which point the following will serve only as motivation, rather than as evidence.
There is a faction of Astros fans, not to mention a player or two down there, advancing the position that luck has been a predominant factor in the Rangers’ domination of the 19-game series between the two teams in 2016.
A good Houston fan that I’ve known forever hangs on the fringes of that argument, but also points out the following:
Jose Altuve is a .341/.401/.551 (.952 OPS) hitter this season. He’s a legitimate MVP candidate.
Against Texas, in a reasonably significant 83 plate appearances, he was a .282/.386/.493 (.878) hitter.
A dropoff. Not a drastic one, necessarily, but Houston’s best player wasn’t at his best against Texas.
But how about the team’s second- and third-best players?
Carlos Correa (.271/.361/.453 [.814]) against the league: .159/.266/.188 (.454) in 79 trips against the Rangers.
George Springer (.254/.359/.455 [.814]) against the league: .165/.267/.342 (.608) in 90 times up against Texas.
And in an unrelated context that doesn’t advance the above narrative:
Carlos Gomez as an Astro: .210/.272/.322 (.594 OPS).
Carlos Gomez as an Astro against the Rangers: .111/.250/.259 (.509).
Carlos Gomez as a Ranger: .215/.329/.446 (.775 OPS).
Carlos Gomez as a Ranger against the Astros: .238/.360/.333 (.693).
So take heart, Houston fans: Carlos Gomez had has his own little dropoff as a Ranger when facing your team.