The Padres were orf tonight so I killed time waiting out the hour and a half rain delay that dilated the Feesh-Gnats game by alternately reading a critical biography of Sergio Leone and watching Three Stooges clips on YouTube, nyuknyuknyuk. I hadn’t noticed it before, but Larry, Moe and Curly would have looked great in brown and yellow.
It was worth it. The Feesh starter, Adam Conley, was clearly uncomfortable pitching in a drizzle and got smacked around like Robert DiNiro in the meeting scene from Analyze This. Fortunately, the Feesh came right back with three runs of their own before the umpires finally decided that the field was even unfit for the gilled.
When they came back, the Feesh put up three more – one on an RBI single by winning pitcher in relief David Phelps, who went four scoreless, and one on a misplayed sinking liner by the Geico Caveman orf the bat of Justin Bour and a Realmuto single, giving Bryan Morris, who continues to suck, a chance to give up a bonus run on Bryce Harper’s statement blast orf the right field mezzanine facade. No real harm done, since A J Ramos fanned Harper, who represented the tying run, to end the game at 6-4.
One highlight reel moment featured Dee Gordon falling on his touchas catching an infield popup that was drifting back over his head. Dear Buddha, I love to watch that guy laugh at himself.
So: the Feesh hang on, finally to enter the ween column after being…eh…schlonged twice by the Tiggers, and give Jar Jar Baseball his first victory as a Scrooge McLoria factotem.