[Jarred Kelenic’s hyped, determined internal monologue]
Jarred’s coming out of his cage and he’s been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be up (outta Tacoma) because he wants it all
He started out hitless; [how did I end up like this?
It was only a hit; I’d had plenty of hits]
Now he’s not falling for curves, and Allard’s throwing two balls
Then he’s hurlin a cutter and Jarred’s sick of waiting for calls
Now his bat’s cocking back and his front foot lift-plants
And it’s over the plate, but Jarred’s crushing this
Pitch now, ball’s flyin’ through the
Zone now, let the bat (and tongue) goooooo
After skittering steadily downhill following Monday night’s comeback high, this game felt like the full-body relief of finding your keys after losing them on said slope.