Burton promptly gave up an RBI double to Brett Carroll, and the Marlins took a 4-2 lead.
Um, Hanley? Did you hear what Uggla said about your mom?
I knew better than to turn off the TV.
it, and yet the beckoning of my pillow and
binky uh, blanket were far too strong to resist. It
didn’t help that Andrew Miller had been yanked from the game after just 2 2/3 innings, leaving the Fish in a 6-run hole to open their series against the Diamondbacks.
Losing sleep for an exciting
game is one thing. Losing it to watch the Marlins get routed is quite another. Off to bed I went.
Well, then all… heaven broke
loose. Heaven, as in THE BIGGEST INNING IN MARLINS HISTORY and the biggest comeback of the season. The Fish, who were down 7-0 at one point, scored 10
runs in the eighth inning. The go-ahead run came on a pinch-hit, 3-run shot by Brett
Carroll–the first pinch-hit home run of his career.
And I was asleep.
I woke to the news of the Marlins comeback mocking me from my radio, unsure whether to rejoice that they won, or weep bitterly that I missed one of the most exciting innings of all time. I opted for a little of both, but never again will that decision have to be made. Because I don’t intend to miss any more Marlins baseball. Ever.
Tonight, as The Fish get set for game two
against Arizona, I’ll be enjoying a dinner of No Doz, Five Hour Energy
shots and triple espressos, washed down with some Red Bull and perhaps a Monster
Energy drink or two.
Score all the early runs you want, D-Backs,
but I will not be deterred.
I don’t even intend to blink.
HLD&S EYEWITNESS ACCOUNT
Yes, I have been MIA for a while. Thank you for noticing. This past week I have been battling with an illness that I have termed “fan flu,” since I’m 99% positive that I contracted this particular strain of unidentified illness at Land Shark Stadium over the weekend.
Is it me, or does it seem as though the Marlins’ bats enjoy going into a collective coma whenever we get a quality performance from a starter (see: Friday and Sunday vs. Mets)? And when a starter decides to have a dismal performance on the mound *cough* Miller&Sanchez *cough*, the wood springs to life like an ADHD-afflicted six-year-old who has just ingested several bottles of 5-hour energy.