I really picked a shitty time to watch JC Ramirez in person. Two brutal innings. Can't close out a batter with 2 strikes. Count close out an inning with 2 outs. Who the eff is calling the pitch selection, anyway? I'm sitting in the 3rd deck accurately predicting pitches. The two guys in front of me asked for lotto numbers. I shut up. I was being that guy...
And then, damage done anyway, we get to the 4th inning and Ramirez settled down, looking amazing. By then, who cared? And I got to watch Mike Trout hamstring his own hitting streak.