I'm not sure it's rising (let alone risin'), but at the very least it's fluttering suggestively.
Reyes was so good tonight they had to give one of his runs back. Carlos showed more signs that quad is finally just another muscle. Floyd bashed and ran and did all manner of good things, Wright played some sparkling defense and Piazza once again looked like a mountain of pressure has been taken off his shoulders in the #6 hole.
And then there's TMB. Some of my anger at Glavine's failings this year has been due to my assessment — no doubt highly accurate through a TV screen — of why he's been failing. It's been hard to blame Kaz Ishii for screwing up because watching him you got the feeling he couldn't change, and being mad at Kaz Ishii for being Kaz Ishii seems kind of pointless. Watching Glavine, though, was different: I got the feeling he wouldn't change, and that was getting pretty close to unforgiveable, considering how poor the results were as Glavine hunted for the outer edge of an expanded plate that no longer existed, then gave in and threw mushy fastballs on hitter's counts. But not since that debacle in Seattle, and particularly not during his last two starts — he consistently pitched inside against the Braves last time out, showed some guts, and deserved better. This time he did the same — pitched inside, mixed in curveballs, and received better. (Sure, he wilted early, but that's eminently forgiveable. It's beastly out.) Bravo, Tommy. We might just come to like you yet.
Apologies for the '99 reference. If I ever work the Baha Men into this blog (and no, that doesn't count), feel free to put a price on my head.
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