Tuesday night, I turned off the game around the time the Indians took a 6 run (or so) lead, figuring…it was over, given that Tyler Chatwood had about as good of an idea of where the strike zone was as Joe West wearing beer goggles. Chalk it up to a bad game, it happens, hate to see it, come on back tomorrow.
Fast forward to last night–good ol’ Jon Lester on the bump, so hopefully the Indians’ lineup that had three starters now batting below the Rizzo line would be held in check and our guys could do…something.