Game write up: Company outing at the Jake

Last night’s company outing began with checking out the club at Jacobs Field. The lines were longer than I remembered (it was my second time in the Club seats at the Jake), but after picking my spots it was well worth the wait. I weaseled my way to the front of the prime rib line over, and over, and over again. There was no stopping me and getting to another plate of prime rib and Au-jois. I was an uncontrollable monster and it tasted better because it was free. Free and unlimited.

The game was muddled by a rain delay and a 9 run outpour of runs by the Athletics in the first two innings. Since I had to drive back to Columbus, I decided to leave the game early during this rain delay. Look at that monster cloud in the photo above. This, by the way, was the first ballgame in which I have ever left early except last summer in Philadelphia when I was forced into it by my father in law-to-be and the fiance.

Fausto Carmona got the start and he struggled badly. I was excited to get to see this youngster pitch, but as it happens to all young pitchers (see Bailey, Homer), Carmona didn’t even make it out of the second inning. Jason Stanford came in to relieve the Indians right-handed phenom and didn’t far a ton better.

Eric Chavez had three hits, which makes me wonder–does this fucker only hit against the teams I follow? My goodness he hasn’t hit a lick all season long but low and behold he can’t miss an outfield wall. Go fuggin’ figure.

The downtown cityscape of Cleveland really is a nice thing to look at from the club-seat view we had. I did notice however in addition to not really being a fan of nicorette gum, I am extremely near-sighted. It’s scary.
There was an advertisement for Farmer’s Insurance on the left field foul pole. I have never seen advertising on a foul pole before, but I suppose this day in age it’s fair game. That said, my peers pointed it out to me. I was the only one out of all of us middle 20’s aged men that couldn’t read it for my life. In fact the scoreboard was blurry from where I was sitting. Now I don’t know if it is all the video games I’ve played in my lifetime, all those late night Madden battles grinding it out too close to the TV, or the fact I spend a lot of time staring at a computer monitor, but I am coming to the sad realization that I have a problem with the short sightedness thing. When driving, especially at night–I can’t see shit. I can’t see the white/yellow lines on the road. I can’t read road signs. This is something very scary for me, as at one point I was tested in college and had 20/15 vision in both eyes. That’s better than 20/20 for you guys who didn’t know.

No Indians ballgame would be truly complete without some type of Grady Sizemore bukkake. Ya, you know, where he gets mentioned when he didn’t really need to be mentioned. Grady delivered, with an RBI single. It was his only hit of the night but I liked it.

We left before Blake and Hafner homered, but it would appear old Pronk is heating up.

All in all, a nice laid back, and sober night at the ballpark. The Tribe didn’t deliver with a victory, but a night at the ballpark is a good day in any life right?

Box Score