News is out that Jim Joyce declined an option to sit out today's game and will work the plate in Detroit the day after blowing that call. Armando Galaragga will deliver the lineup card. They'll shake hands and move on. A good umpire made a terrible call. Stuff happens. They'll get past it.
So what's wrong with me that the game Tuesday won't remove itself from my brain? I keep seeing that pitch to Berkman over and over and over again and I want to bash my head into a wall over and over and over again.
Not the missed call on the very obvious strike three, although that is wearing a hole in my stomach, too.
The next one, the weak piece of crap that Berkman poked into left field to score the winning run.
The journalist in me admires Matt Capps. He stood in there after the game and blamed himself, said he should have taken it out of the umpire's hands.
The fan in me says HELL YES and then wonders, "So what was up with that pitch?"
Wasn't it 0-2 at one point? Is there any reason you don't bust him inside four times, with some of that 95 mph heat? This isn't Nook Logan up to bat. It's a bona fide, proven, quality major leaguer who has driven in more than 100 runs in six seasons. Berkman knows what he is doing up there.
I can live with getting beat. It happens, thankfully not as often as it used to and Matt Capps is a major reason why.
But trust your stuff man. If you get beat, you get beat. Get beat with your best and tip your cap as you walk off the field. Do not get beat with some weak-ass pitch that should not have been thrown. You're an honorable, stand-up man Matt Capps. I love that. You're also a better pitcher than that.
At least my frustration over Tuesday's game is keeping me from getting frustrated over last night's game. A split with the Astros? Please.
I'll get over all this soon, I promise. I hope. Tuesday IS coming and all is about to be right with the world.
Strasburg, after all, has SWS. He does not have any weak-ass crap in his arsenal.