The Bucco Barrelman: Settle Down, It's Only One Game, Pittsburgh
Many Pittsburghers are already on pins and needles after Gerrit Cole's five-run fifth inning fallout in yesterday's Opening Day game against a stacked BoSox batting order. Can we overreact much more? We do know it's baseball right? 162 games, remember? Plenty of time to right the swashbuckling ship as it were, and plus Cole looked great for those first four innings. Throwing 99+ heat is a little more than respectable. Plus, a well-timed bunt ain't nothing to sneeze at as far as unexpected goes. That's like the hitter's equivalent of Tim Wakefield knuckle-ball or your significant other reveals that they have a bastard son - really knocks you off your laurels. Sure, things like bunts shouldn't take an ace off his game, but it is game one and it's after a seven win season for Cole. Let's not pile on here, sports media. You might need something to write about since we practically did nothing to talk about in the off-season, but making broad statements like "Cole is not an ace" is a little bit of jumping the gun. Baseball's a marathon, not a sprint. Just enjoy the hell out of Opening Day.
Speaking of suspect outings, Andrew McCutchen did nothing to show he's out of his funk from last season yet, but again, take a couple breaths everyone. Smell the flowers, see some sunlight, have a slice of pie at Mineo's.
Let's talk positive, eh? Cervelli had a couple of solid swings (along with some Matrix moves) - hitting a double and almost cracking one over the center-right stands until it met the glove of one Jackie Bradley Jr., Josh Bell also had a double in his Opening Day debut under the pressure of a two-run deficit, and youngster Adam Frazier had some smart plays in front of the green monster. Plus on the mound, the bullpen pitched five scoreless thanks to Felipe Rivero, Danny Hudson, and Juan Nicasio.
All things considered - I'm feeling good about things, and I bet you Boston does too, those bunch of beantown assholes. Not only do they have Brady and Gronk playing Super Bowl jersey grab-ass before the first pitch, but Rick Porcello looks like the ace that we're hoping Cole to be. Plus, they still have David Price and Chris Sale chewing on the Dubble Bubble in their windbreakers waiting to unleash some rotation rug burns, Kung Fu Panda with a smaller belt that fits him, and probably the greatest baseball name going in Mookie Betts.
Dammit, I love baseball, I love Opening Day and I love Bob Walk. Everybody calm the eff down. Losing game one in style is a win (errors notwithstanding) if you ask me.
LET'S GO BUCS.