Baseball Before Bedtime: A-Punk

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Here's what happened in baseball while you took an apartment in Washington Heights

Brewers 8, Blue Jays 7: Dave Bush was workin' it against his former team, throwing a perfect game through five and a no-hitter through seven. With his team up 8-0 in the eighth, the man for whom he was traded back in aught-five, Lyle Overbay, broke up the no-hitter with a triple. Bush lost his shutout bid when Alex Rios knocked in Overbay but finished the eighth still up 8-1. It all went to shit in the ninth, however, as the Brewers bullpen gave up six more runs before Salomon Torres came on to record the final out. Prince Fielder inside-the-park tater totted when Rios was too goddamned lazy to retrieve a baseball stuck between the outfield wall and the warning track.

Royals 4, Cardinals 1: Kansas City improved to 7-2 in interleague play with a sweep over their Midwestern aw-shucks rivals in St. Louis. Starter Zack Greinke got his shit together long enough to hold St. Louis to strike out seven Cardinals in seven innings of one-run ball. Joakim Soria earned his 18th save in 19 tries. That doesn't help the hapless Royals as much as it helps my fantasy team.

Rays 8, Cubs 3: The Cubs must have felt super happy about scoring three runs in the top of the seventh to take a 3-1 lead in the Trop but then Carlos Marmol came in and effed it all up. Marmol relieved starter Sean Gallagher in the seventh and loaded the bases with two walks and a HBP. Marmol forced in a run with another HBP to Akinori Iwamura, and Lou Piniella had seen enough. Sweet Lou brought in Scott Eyre who promptly gave up the eventual game-winning king dong to Carl Crawford. The bullpen ended up surrendering seven runs in the fateful seventh and done got swept by the Rays. AL East represent! Except the Blue Jays!


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Holy crap we got swept by the Rockies. Why does God hate Cleveland?

I'm glad I drafted him, or else I'd be Soria

Back in aught-five, we wore onions on our belt. Which was the style at the time.

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