CJ and I took in a couple of Brewers games last weekend, both victories over the Pirates. Perhaps the greatest pleasure was seeing Carlos Gomez do something that’s only been done a few dozen times in baseball history; after walking to lead off the bottom of the third, he stole second, then, with the pitcher up, stole third. And then he broke for home. A.J. Burnett uncorked a panic pitch that got away from Pittsburgh’s catcher and Gomez scored without a play. He had stolen his way around the entire basepath!
Except he hadn’t. Ordinarily, you’re credited with a steal of home if you’re off before the pitch; but official scorer Tim O’Driscoll ruled that the Brewers had been attempting a suicide squeeze, which means the play is scored as a wild pitch, not a stolen base.
Still, I know what I saw; an exhibition of brazenly aggressive baserunning, the likes of which I have not seen since college, when Tom Scocca used to run on me that way in Atari baseball, because it was really hard to make accurate throws in that game, and because all mercy and human feeling drained out of Scocca when he played Atari baseball.
More Brewers impressions:
- About 60% of jerseys at a Brewers game are Ryan Braun jerseys. Judging from the cheers he got, I’m pretty sure nobody in Milwaukee cares whether Braun used or is using PEDs.
- The scoreboard at Miller Park displays OPS! Very forward-looking. On the other hand, there’s no out-of-town scoreboard on the outfield wall, which to me seems an unforgivable omission.
- Once a year or so I think “hey, burger and brat on the same bun, that sounds like a pretty great sandwich,” and I order one. Burger and brat on the same bun is not actually a great sandwich, but merely a meaty confusion.
- American Science and Surplus is only about 10 minutes from Miller Park and is one of the most amazing stores I’ve ever seen. You can buy typewriters there, or teflon hexagons in bulk, or sunglasses with hidden mirrors in the lenses so you can see behind you, or full-color posters depicting all the kinds of ulcers. You can buy a 5-foot-long whisk for only 18 bucks. Why didn’t I?