So, uh, Tuesday night didn’t go so well, did it? I don’t know about anyone else, but watching Dylan Bundy get blasted for 7 runs before a single out was recorded and subsequently seeing Mike Wright give up 3 more runs before the first inning was completed gave me some major flashbacks to the 30-3 game against the Texas Rangers in 2007.
The 2018 Orioles is a deeply flawed baseball team. As I sat watching the offense accumulate a grand total of one hit through 8 innings against a mediocre-at-best Nick Tropeano and 3 relief pitchers, a sense of calm actually began to wash over me. The night ended with another loss, this time on a hanging 0-2 slider that Justin Upton lined to left field for a walk-off single. Ho-hum.
I get asked quite a bit why I hit the way I do, how I became a hitter that doesn’t walk a lot, strike out a lot, or even really take pitches. I’ve always been a hacker, just trying to get the barrel to the ball where ever the pitch may be. My Dad will always try to blame himself saying his batting practice was all over the place (relax Walt your BP is money), I tell people it’s because of a game that I love almost as much as I love baseball, Wiffle Ball.
Road trips in the baseball world can get pretty repetitive. I haven’t always had a blog to kill the time, and even when I have, there are more road trips than blog posts, that’s for sure. Guys will read, write, play games on their phones, watch movies, play cards and of course sleep. Bus rides and plane rides get really boring after the first couple of trips but believe it or not, some can get pretty exciting, although those are few and far between.