Joe was simply galled at the play of the Rays tonight.
First, there was Dirtbag playing like he had his head in a trendy Fourth Street hotspot filled with nubile, scantily clad young lasses and not a baseball game at the Fruitdome.
But Longo was hardly alone. Still with the game not totally out of hand in the top of the seventh, the immortal Cesar Ramos gave up two quick singles and Scotty Rolen then hit a perfect 4-6-3 double-play ball to Zorilla who let the ball go right between his legs.
It was a horrible play, one of the worst Joe has seen on a major league level. A Little Leaguer would have been chewed out by his coach for such a play and rightly so. Rays fans began booing and Joe doesn’t blame them at all.
Zorilla doesn’t chase women since he’s happily married and he doesn’t hang out in Fourth Street watering holes so his head couldn’t have been in the same place Dirtbag’s was so Joe has no clue what Zorilla was thinking on that play but it was as if the Rays just showed up to collect a paycheck
It was a miserable game all around. The salt in the wound was when — youknow — Jonny — youknow — Gomes — youknow — [takes off left batting glove] returned — youknow — [puts left batting glove back on] belted — youknow — [takes off right batting glove] — a ball — youknow — [puts right batting glove back on] to a — youknow — catwalk for a — youknow — home run in his — youknow — return to the — youknow — Fruitdome.
(FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY JOE WISHES SOME REPORTER WOULD SAY TO GOMES, “NO JONNY, I DON’T KNOW! THAT’S WHY I’M ASKING YOU THE QUESTION.)
Just a heinous game.