I haven't logged on since Wednesday. I am sure most of my thoughts have already been expressed. Just so many disappointments in the past week. That broken-bat double by Carroll broke me at the same time. Coming after a 93 mph floater for a home run, it was just too much. After not one, but two, 40-foot swinging bunts that, instead of being a double play, advance TWO runners to second and third. Just crap luck. I was in the stands on Tuesday, and did not fully see the Longoria play. Upon seeing it on tv, I just shook my head.
The pitching and defense model is good, certainly for 162 games, but the margins are so small. As small as the distance between a finger and the knob on Michael Taylor's bat in 2019, or the big toe on Brice Turang not catching the HBP. But at some point you need to slug. Single, walk, single, didn't work. The team looked tight. Arizona didn't. Add in Corbin Marcum's struggles, and it was not to be.
I just hope that 53 is okay. I feel badly for him. He seems like a good guy, and I love watching him pitch. Whether it is for MKE or someone else, I want him to have the opportunity to pitch to his capabilities again. To get injured when he was that close to the kind of FA contract that he was looking at seems cruel.
I will be back, probably sooner rather than later. I will be in Arizona in March when Spring Training resumes. I am excited for the young guys to improve. Why can't the Brewers have the next Corbin Carroll?
When the Brewers were bad, as they were for most of my life, there was a much more gradual denouement to the season that began as early as June some years. This ending is more like the ending of the Sopranos. Snap to black. Hope can suck the life out of you some times.
This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would when I started.