Way to bum me out, guys. Here I am, working away when most of the nation is grilling and/or enjoying a frosty beverage. You go into Wrigley Field, home of a team I really could not like any less, and promptly blow a four-run lead.
Thanks a lot, jerks.
Not even a Chris Johnson home run (as he continues to heat back up again and says, "Luck? I don't need no stinkin' LUCK!) could bring me any joy today. That's what happens when Wandy pitches alright, but gives up his lead late and Wilton Lopez loses the game in the bottom of the eighth inning. Seriously, these are the two pitchers who have mini-implosions? "Every Day" and Dominant Wandy?
Not even Matt Downs starting at short and going 1 for 2 with a walk could help salvage this game. Not even solid days at the plate from Michael Bourn and Jason Castro could salve these wounds. I've been let down by this ballclub. I thought you were better than this, Astros...I thought we had left all this back in April and May. But, no, you have to go and bring it all back up again.
Did you have to take little WIlton with you? I didn't ask for much. Just one feel-good story in the bullpen. He wasn't hurting anyone. And yet, whatever magic he had in his arm earlier in the season seems to be gone, as he does the Regression Shuffle back towards his minor league numbers. Alas.
Okay, let's leave this one behind and move on to tomorrow, when we kick off Prospect Week. Get excited...