Ali and I sat through seven innnings of typically lackluster Pirate baseball on Friday night.
Abysmal starting pitching (especially first-inning starting pitching)? Check.
Weak hitting? Check.
Promotional item? Check.
Inexplicably ugly third jerseys? Check.
At least Barry made the night memorable by hitting #736 and #737. The first shot was to straightaway right, while the second landed in right-center. Both went to the short right field porch where Adam LaRoche was thought to be dropping some balls this season. Looks like it might be a whole lot less than we thought.
We were along the left field line near the foul pole, not far from where Barry played in the field. The amount and volume of the booing was pathetic. Maybe the rest of the league can use the steroid business as the reason to blow the guy off, but not the crowd here. Around these parts, Barry's booed for another reason: Whether we want to admit it or not, when Barry left, he took the winning with him.
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