Ubaldo has departed Nationals Park, clutching a bushel of goose eggs to his chest. Franklin Morales shakes off a sense of deja vu as he comes to the field. Staked to a two-run lead, he'll face Adam first.
Adam charges up his left-hand batting glove with a few spits. The second pitch from Morales jams him. A jammed Adam Dunn can still lift the ball to the warning track. But a jam is a jam, and the snap of Carlos Gonzalez's glove confirms that this center-field shot closes the book on another 0-for-4 Dunnstravaganza.
Six miles away, past the nation's capitol, past the national mall, past the Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center, Little Zimmy lies in bed in a quiet room in Georgetown University Hospital. He watches Pudge ground out, Justin Maxwell push a pinch-hit single to the outfield, and Ian Desmond strike out to finish the day. He turns off the TV set and rolls over on his side to stare at the wall.
"Why is he so upset?" says one nurse to the other. "Surely he knows his hamstring will have healed by tomorrow."
The other nurse, as buxom as the first, shakes her head. "You'll never understand, will you?"
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
57th Plate Appearance
Little Zimmy and Cris Cristofferson are on first and second, and Adam has a lot to think about as he watches the first pitch go by. He watches the second go by, too, both of them strikes. Who is this bozo on the mound?
Matt Belisle is his name, and next he sends a 95mphrpm BUZZSAW inside. Adam's bat is broken! He fouls the saw blade away, to land safely where it threatens no bystanders. Bat Boy Kevin brings another Thunderhammerbat.
Adam swings and misses with a fresh bat. Looks like tonight bozo is spelled with a K.
Matt Belisle is his name, and next he sends a 95mphrpm BUZZSAW inside. Adam's bat is broken! He fouls the saw blade away, to land safely where it threatens no bystanders. Bat Boy Kevin brings another Thunderhammerbat.
Adam swings and misses with a fresh bat. Looks like tonight bozo is spelled with a K.
55th Plate Appearance
Little Zimmy just drove Washingtonians mad with a whack-tastickal dub against the left field fence. He and Cris Guzmnan are on second and third as Adam "motors" up to the plate.
Feeling out the situation, Adam watches the first two pitches, and swings mighty at the third. A miss.
de la Rosa starts throwing the nasty stuff, fast and breaking hard. Adam fouls off two, and two more seem to have crossed the plate, but home plate umpire Bruce Dreckman disagrees. Adam's mere presence seems to have shrunken the strike zone.
de la Rosa, visibly shaken, calls a hasty conference on the mound. Catcher Miguel Olivo obliges. So too does the nefarious second baseman Melvin Mora, who whispers something foul and brilliant into de la Rosa's ear.
It's the killing stroke. A slow-moving breaking ball waltzes its way to the plate. Adam, expecting more heat, crushes the fastball that didn't come.
Feeling out the situation, Adam watches the first two pitches, and swings mighty at the third. A miss.
de la Rosa starts throwing the nasty stuff, fast and breaking hard. Adam fouls off two, and two more seem to have crossed the plate, but home plate umpire Bruce Dreckman disagrees. Adam's mere presence seems to have shrunken the strike zone.
de la Rosa, visibly shaken, calls a hasty conference on the mound. Catcher Miguel Olivo obliges. So too does the nefarious second baseman Melvin Mora, who whispers something foul and brilliant into de la Rosa's ear.
It's the killing stroke. A slow-moving breaking ball waltzes its way to the plate. Adam, expecting more heat, crushes the fastball that didn't come.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
47th Plate Appearance
It's the bottom of the fifth, Doug Davis is still on the mound, and the table is set for our hungry hero.
Little Zimmy has done his job right, slapping a two-RBI single to left to keep the inning outless and runners on first and second for Adam.
Adam watches another one of those slow looping curve balls go down the zone for a strike. The next pitch goes in the dirt, and Dunn hears a mighty growl from Thunderhammerbat. It's time to eat!
Adam's deep swing sends a grounder speeding toward first, so fast that it bounces off of Fielder's bare hand.
Fielder recovers, grabs the ball and reaches the bag mere steps ahead of Adam. Runners advance.
Little Zimmy has done his job right, slapping a two-RBI single to left to keep the inning outless and runners on first and second for Adam.
Adam watches another one of those slow looping curve balls go down the zone for a strike. The next pitch goes in the dirt, and Dunn hears a mighty growl from Thunderhammerbat. It's time to eat!
Adam's deep swing sends a grounder speeding toward first, so fast that it bounces off of Fielder's bare hand.
Fielder recovers, grabs the ball and reaches the bag mere steps ahead of Adam. Runners advance.
46th Plate Appearance
Little Zimmy grounds into a double play, leaving Willy Taveras waiting at third base. There can be no redemptive sacrifice off of Adam's bat. There may only be a True Outcome.
Adam comes to plate with this song playing over the sound system.
On a 1-0 count Adam lets it rip, and the ensuing foul ball ricochets off the retaining wall behind home plate, returning to the batter's box, where Adam gives it a little hackey-sack kick. He fucking loves his job.
Adam fouls off two more, and on a full count he digs deep to bounce a ball to first.
In a footrace to the bag Prince Fielder wins. Adam can only look to the outfield wall with a deepening hunger as he waits at first for someone to bring to him his fielding glove.
Adam comes to plate with this song playing over the sound system.
On a 1-0 count Adam lets it rip, and the ensuing foul ball ricochets off the retaining wall behind home plate, returning to the batter's box, where Adam gives it a little hackey-sack kick. He fucking loves his job.
Adam fouls off two more, and on a full count he digs deep to bounce a ball to first.
In a footrace to the bag Prince Fielder wins. Adam can only look to the outfield wall with a deepening hunger as he waits at first for someone to bring to him his fielding glove.
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