Posted here the day before opening day, re Brandon Inge, who didn't hit his weight in Florida, making the team as a reserve:
"But baseball melodrama has a way of handing the guy who doesn't belong a
chance to be the hero, and our crystal ball foreshadows a night in June
when the backup second baseman no one wanted (Hinge) snags a hot grounder with
the bases loaded, and drives in the winning run. Like it's
done on the Hallmark Channel."
I got my wish again. Almost. Wrong month, and his bat helped the other team win.
He hit a three run homer off Rick Porcello tonight, turning a still-winnable 4-2 game into a 7-2 lost cause. They may as well have been down by twenty, the way they're not hitting. (Final: 11-4 A's.)
So Hinge, hitting .120 with one RBI when booed out of town, is now in the record books with Lou Gehrig, for being the first player since Lou in 1931 to drive in four or more runs four times in a span of five games.
Too bad he couldn't hit like this when he played for our team. But he was at a disadvantage. He couldn't bat against our pitchers.
We turned the game off, and put in a movie. Maggie's choice: "Sleepless In Seattle." (Hey, we were just there!) The film proved to be a wonderful cure for insomnia. Neither one of us was awake at the end.
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