Top Five Moments After Falling 8 To 4 (30 Minutes Before I Go To Work)
It’s day two of my 30 minute attempt to make some succinct points about last night’s Pirates game and the tides are much different than they were yesterday morning considering the game culminated in a 8-4 loss to the Redbirds.
5. Andy Van Slyke. I didn’t just acquire the Bucco fever over the past week, but that fever came with a temperature of ‘92 nostalgia Saturday evening it being Andy Van Slyke bobblehead night. #18 was there to throw out the first pitch last night and seeing that dude back in Pittsburgh enticed me to go down the eBay rabbit hole fork over a whole four bucks for his and Jay Bell’s rookie cards.
4. Cervelli’s On First. Cervelli may not have the experience of several of my other favorite ballplayers to play the position 90 feet away from home, but going error free last night in his first go-around this season is really all you can ask for. I’d love to see Cervelli play more at the position considering it adds longevity to him and line-up variety for the club, but you know his true passion is still behind the plate.
3. Frazier is Fire. Dickerson may have been down but Adam Frazier is very much picking up the slack of losing Corey for a time. The Georgia boy kicked in two more RBIs last night and there’s something about his hitting and gameplay that’s contagious. The team seems to feed off of it.
2. The St. Louis Hit Parade. 14 hits is...never good. Sure, the Bucs had a healthy eight, but when you’re averaging a hit and a half per inning, runs are going to be scored no matter what your batters are doing in the box. Which takes us to numero uno...
1. Hurdle Needs To Huddle. If I wore a toupee I’d be scratching it right off my scalp right now. With the score tied as it was after the Bucs added two runs when St. Louis pulled ahead, it makes absolutely zero sense to keep a pitcher in that proved he wasn’t able to stifle any offensive bleeding. It was his second major league appearance and decisions like that makes zero sense when you’re trading punches in a divisional game.