September 29:
We managed to stay in the race by taking three of four from the Undertakers -- all by the skin of our teeth. If not for some incredibly bad luck and horrendous clutch hitting on the Los Altos side, we could have easily been swept.
In Game One, Shohei Ohtani was limited to four innings, so we had to jump out to an early lead to have a fighting chance. Fortunately, we did just that, jumping all over Max Scherzer for three runs in the first three innings, and then a fourth in the sixth inning.
After Ohtani left, I was forced to somehow scrap together the bare bones of what's left of our bullpen, just to get through the game. Clinging to a two-run lead heading into the bottom of the ninth, Ian Hamilton allowed the first two batters to reach base on singles. I then handed the ball to Dauri Moreta, who walked the bases full. A sac fly made it a one-run game. Then, with the tying run standing 90 feet away, Moreta whiffed Cedanne Rafaela for a HUGE out. Parker Meadows then flew out to end the game.
After that nail-biter, our offense then ran into a buzzsaw in Game Two, in the form of Bailey Ober, of all people. Los Altos scored a first inning run, and that 1-0 score stood for six innings, as our offense couldn't get anything going against Ober. Finally, once Ober left the game in the seventh, we managed to get on the board thanks to Jason Heyward's two-run double.
In the bottom of the eighth, Jesse Chavez loaded the bases with one out. Ian Hamilton then came into the game and whiffed the only two batters he faced. We eventually won by a score of 3-1.
Our Game Three and Game Four starters were MacKenzie Gore and JP Sears, so we absolutely had to win those first two games to stay in the race. Gore was his usual awful self in Game Three, allowing three runs on eight hits and two walks in less than four innings before I couldn't take it anymore and yanked him out of there.
I was very concerned about facing Dustin May, given his dominant numbers, but surprisingly we managed to touch him up for four runs in four innings (eight hits, four walks.) For the third game in a row, our beleaguered bullpen managed to hold that lead. We won by a score of 5-3.
JP Sears gives up a lot of home runs. I mean A LOT. Game Four was no different. He managed to serve up two homers in only five innings, allowing four runs in the process. I used my best lineup in this game, knowing that we would need to score a lot of runs to make up for Sears' awfulness. It didn't work. We scored just two runs on six hits. Final score: 7-2.
This series win puts us one game behind Flagstaff. Up next is South Carolina. Then, we face the big boys. I have managed usage as best I can. Hopefully it's enough.
September 25:
Thankfully, we swept the West Chester Blooms last night. Anything less than a sweep would have been catastrophic. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter, because the Flagstaff Peaks somehow swept the Akron Ryche yesterday morning. The Ryche are on pace to win 99 games this year and yet the Peaks trounced them like a steamroller.
It's beginning to feel very much like the Peaks are the Team of Destiny in 2024. I had this same exact feeling about the Ryche in 2022 and that feeling proved to be prescient. We are now 8-4 on this chapter, and yet it's only the second-best record in the division. Flagstaff has won eleven out of twelve. Absolutely insane.
It's beyond disheartening to know that we will finish this season with one of our best records in franchise history...and we'll finish in third place. Current division leaders Akron, Los Altos, South Philly, and Chicago would be last-place teams in the McGowan Division. What a waste of a tremendous season.
September 24:
When it comes to the BDBL, I tend to focus on the negative. Even when I win three of four in a series, I obsess over that one loss. Such is the case with my series against Bear Country last night. Three of the four games were won rather easily: 11-3, 10-3, and 10-5. But that one goddamn game, Game Three, is the one that irritates me.
Two-out rallies piss me off, and that game featured one of those in the second inning. Walk, single, single. Like being poked on the forehead over and over again. Piddly little shit. Irritating.
We were losing 4-0 to Freddy Peralta, a guy who has been very hittable all season long. We clawed our way back into the game with one run in the sixth, one in the seventh, and one in the eighth. Down by just one run in the ninth, the bottom three hitters in our lineup couldn't get on base. Not one of them. 4-3 loss.
We've now lost three one-run games this chapter, and we've only played eight games. That stings. We're now two games behind Flagstaff, and seven behind Darien. We have played .643 baseball this year and it isn't good enough. What a fucking waste.
September 17:
It always sucks to lose three out of four. It sucks even worse to lose three out of four at home. And it sucks ten times as much to lose three out of four to a team that is incredible beatable. That is exactly how our final chapter began last night.
Shohei Ohtani is supposed to be our ace. Instead, he has been the most inconsistent pitcher on our staff all season long. You never know which version of Ohtani you'll get when he takes the hill. He has now made 22 starts for us this season. He has allowed two or fewer runs in thirteen of those starts, and he has allowed six or more runs in five starts. Last night was one of the latter.
It's bad enough that he allowed nine runs (eight earned) in six innings, but what really irritates me is that six of those runs were scored in the same inning -- all with two outs. And it happened against the bottom half of a lineup that is below league average in each of the three triple-slashes.
That lineup features Xavier Edwards in the leadoff spot. Edwards owns a sub-.300 OBP for the season (.333 vs. RH). This is their leadoff hitter. Their table-setter. Seriously. Shea Langeliers is the cleanup hitter. He is hitting .222/.291/.433 this season. Seriously. I'm not making this up. Drew Waters (.248/.292/.431) offers "protection" for Langeliers in the #5 spot. And it only gets worse from there.
Shohei Ohtani, one of the best pitchers in the game, coughed up SIX runs -- all with two outs -- against Erika Baddoo, someone named Triolo, Josh Lowe, Edwards, Jorge Soler, Francisco Lindor, and Langeliers.
Five straight batters reached base, all with two outs: walk, single, single, walk, double, single.
Fucking ridiculous. And that was just Game One.
In Game Two, we faced Dane Dunning. Dane Dunning, with the lifetime 4.39 ERA. Mister Mediocrity. Our lineup is filled with top-50 hitters: Ohtani, Rafael Devers, Bryan Reynolds, Adley Rutschman, Brandon Belt, Wilmer Flores, etc. We managed all of SIX hits against Dane Fucking Dunning. One run. Lost by a score of 2-1 to Dane Fucking Dunning.
Game Three required a miracle come-from-behind walk-off win because Kutter Crawford couldn't hold the mighty Furies offense to fewer than six runs. In a preview of what's to come in 2025, he allowed THREE home runs to this wretched offense. One of them was hit by Mike Moustakas, if you can believe it. I thought that guy died about a decade ago.
Then, just to rub some more salt into the wound, we lost yet another one-run game in Game Four. Alex Cobb -- Alex Fucking Cobb -- blanked our offense for seven innings. Not a single run. Just three hits. Against Alex Fucking Cobb.
We finally scored two in the eighth and two more in the ninth, but it wasn't enough because the mighty Furies once against brought out their big lumber, stroking two homers off of JP Sears.
Not only did we lose three of four, but I used my "A" lineups in all four games, wasting the usage of the players we'll need to beat the better teams in this league. Meanwhile, Bart didn't even play his best hitter (Wander F'ing Franco) in three of those games. He didn't need to. Tom Murphy (.571/.625/1.143), Erika Baddoo (.333/.333/1.000), Someone Named Triolo (.500/.750/.500), and Drew Waters (.231/.375/.769) picked up the slack.
What a stupid fucking game.
