Is this football? It must be, the way the Indians are continuing to gun for home-field advantage. Color me dubious that sending C.C. and Westbrook out there because, well, if the Indians beat the Yankees and Red Sox beat the Angels, games 1 & 2 should be at the Jake instead of at Fenway. Nevertheless, here we are, so Westbrook (6-9, 4.32 ERA) it is.
And moreover, since facing the hacktastic Royal lineup is anything but taxing, I'm sure Westbrook's outing tonight will be only marginally less difficult than a simulated game.
On the other side of the diamond, the Royals continue their own folly, giving Gil Meche (9-13, 3.69 ERA) one more shot for glory, fame, and the eternal pride of notching 10 wins. Never mind that he threw 124 pitches in his last outing, what matters here is that the Royals do Mechey justice, which apparently means risking injury so that he can go 10-13 instead of 9-13. Like the rising mist after a spring rain, the words of Supertramp come to me, "won't you please, please tell me what we've learned, I know it sounds absurd."
Somewhere Becoming Rain- The Final Days of the Bell Era
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Another day, another bizarre puff-piece on ole Buddisimo. Yesterday we had the heartwarming story that the 56 yr-old Bell is now ready to focus on being a father, now this:
"There was so much stuff underneath and inside the walls of the clubhouse that had to be done that there wasn't really a whole lot of time to get out and do other things, to be a part of the community," Bell said.
"Just because there was so much junk that had to be cleaned up."
Going out with vague statements of vindictiveness and buck-passing. He does realize it was evil Mr. Baird that mysteriously hired him, right? Or did he lose sight of that amongst the trash?