17 July 2010

90 down. 72 to go.

I had to watch the highlight reel. Again and again and again I clicked the remote, even though I'd seen it play out a million times. I watched the ball come out of his hand, the wide array of trajectories and angles and cuts and bends he could throw at the batter. I tried to imagine what it must feel like to be in the box when this guy's completely locked in on the bump, every pitch so tantalizingly lazy, hanging in the air for what feels like an eternity, even the fastball sitting up for ages as if it were on a tee. You feel like you should be able to hit this guy, but when the pitch comes in, your knees buckle, your hips turn to jelly, and your bat stays gently perched on your shoulder. If Barry Zito can pitch any better, I'd love to be there to see it. Matt Cain's up next in this epic game of H.O.R.S.E. between the Giants starters. Who's gonna flinch first?

P.S. It's Timmy bobblehead day, so you best get your a** to the park and get in line. A tip for my lucky readers: Head for the gate at 2nd and King. Don't know why, but they seem to run out last every time.

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