Tuesday, June 26, 2007
GAME SEVENTY FOUR: Weave-boozled.
Jeff Weaver, who brought such delight into my life last start, is probably feeling pretty high today after a nice start against our Somersets (and NOT Pilgrims), Pilgrims making so lame a mascot that some teams hide behind their uniform colors rather than acknowledging that name.)
Anyway, perhaps because he didn't need to relax himself after a road trip, and definitely assisted by one awful inning where our fifth starter actually looked like one, Weaver was solid, throwing more junk than Eddie Harris at us; he may have taken another run or two off his once infinite ERA, even. Consider me a doubter, though. One still sick as a dog, however, and overworked. A funnier post than this when I get home to come.