I hesitate to call him “the immortal Ichiro” ’cause he ain’t dead yet, but the Feesh’s designated netsuke came orf the bench last night in the sixth inning, facing a 4-3 deficit after Marcell the Damned’s two run shot had pulled the Rainbow Warriors within one, and stroked a bases-loaded single, his 2947th hit, to drive in a pair and put them up by 1, and J T Realmutant plated another with a sac fly. A couple of innings later Christian Yelich blasted an Iron Giant-esque shot orf the mezzanine billboard in right center to fixate the final score at 7-4. All these heroics took place on a night of thunderstorms and hesitant funnel clouds that never touched down, which, combined with Macondo’s usual fan apathy, left the stadium looking empty as an post-Armageddon setpiece from a Roger Corman movie. So it goes.
Justin Nicolino pitched well enough, considering how little support he got through six from his teammates. It looked uneasily like the Feesh’s last couple of homestands during which they went 2-7, playing with a nondimensionality that would have embarrassed Niels Bohr. But not last night. David Phelps and A J Ramos came out of the boolpen and squelched the side in order in both the 8th and 9th, with Phelps fanning all three he faced. Their struggle against the strange attractor’s gossamer reality waves leaves them at 13-12, still snug in 4th place while they wait for reality to catch up with the Feelies. The Warriors are heading into El Keed’s return home against the Snakes this evening right here at Macondo Banana Massacre field as the heavens re-open for an encore and we are once more ringed around with sturm und drang.
Here’s the state of the strange attractor tonight, trying to restore its grip on the Feesh: