This evening in the Bronx, the A's, who can't hit the ball out of the ballpark, take on the New York Yankees, who can't keep the ball in the yard. Who will triumph? The team that wouldn't be able to go deep if they placed home plate at second base, or the team that has launched its new stadium with a cannonade of visiting home runs? Says here, the A's beat the pinstripers tonight. Slight over might.
It isn't that our popgun offense will necessarily come to life, but we can win with a slew of singles and that gives us a puncher's chance. I like this kind of baseball. It's a drag being shut out thrice in three weeks for sure, but these A's will need to dink and dunk to prevail, and why not just accept ourselves for the way we are (how East Bay!)and run and fun our way to victory over the Steinbrenner express?
Slap Jack Cust, dropping in base hits is a .300 hitter (and leads the squad with two bombs), Giambi is a doublin' machine, and Lord knows nobody else is slugging with a damn; so let's go with it. The pitchers have about a month more of magic left in them before injuries/overuse/predictability set in, so we've got a window of opportunity that should embrace the suicide squeeze, the hit-and-run and the choked up bat.
Fireworks are on tap for Friday (and rain, natch), but let's set off some sparklers tonight.— Kibby Kleiman