Sunday, June 10, 2012
Astros 11 White Sox 9: Seriously?
I'd like to start this post off by thanking somebody incredibly important to me for helping me out in a major way.
That person is myself. You picked a wonderful time to go run some errands that had to be done, Tom.
That decision led you to tell yourself to DVR the game so you could watch and catch up when you got home. However, being so smart and wise, once you got home you thought to yourself "actually, there's a whole bunch of other stuff I want to watch tonight before I have to leave for Florida in the morning, I'll just turn on the Sox game and watch the rest of it live. Hell, the game might even be over already."
Then I turned on the game and saw it was 11-4 Houston.
That's when I knew that the decisions I made had saved me from an afternoon of WHY THE HELL ARE WE GETTING OUR ASS KICKED BY HOUSTON? and WHAT THE FUCK, HUMBER!?
Just looking at the box score, you'd think Phil Humber wasn't all that terrible considering he only walked 2 guys and struck out 9. He also only allowed 6 hits over his 5 innings, it's just that 3 of those hits were home runs.
Justin Maxwell's was a crime against physics.
The bullpen saw how much fun Phil Humber was having allowing all those runs and decided they wanted to play as well. So in came Nate Jones and Zach Stewart to let the Astros pad their total.
Will Ohman tried to let Houston score some runs too, but he's Will Ohman and he can't do anything right.
Offensively the Sox weren't terrible. I mean, if you score 6 runs against Houston you should win. It's pretty simple. Scoring 5 runs against Lucas Harrell in 7 innings is exactly what you're supposed to do, and they did it. The pitching just didn't cooperate.
Still it was nice to see Adam Dunn and Paul Konerko tack on a few home runs. Dunn already has 20 on the season, putting him on pace for 54 on the season.
Even nicer was seeing Orlando Hudson do what an MVP does and hit a three-run jack in the ninth inning.
Alas, it was all for naught.