Hopefully, Brewers' bullpen has reached turning point
That seems like an odd thing to write on the heels of the Mets series, doesn't it? After Stetter gave up a game-tying homer to 73-year-old Gary Sheffield and MC Lung spit the bit in the ninth on Friday, and Chuck New Town walked a .188 hitter to lead-off the seventh inning on Saturday (and said .188 hitter eventually came around to score), and after Macha was forced to use Todd Freakin' Coffey for 2 2/3 innings yesterday because he has no faith in anyone else in the 'pen ... I don't know that I'd be crowing about "turning points" just yet.
But, then again, I'm not MikeHunt.
By the time the radio switched on in the bottom of the seventh inning Sunday, Cory Provus - who is, by the way, admirably following tough act Jim Powell - was saying something like, "Now it's in the hands of the Brewers' bullpen."
Radio? I understand the game wasn't in high definition yesterday, but, jeez, dude, you get paid to write about sports. Don't you want to at least watch the game, so you could see what happened instead of having somebody tell you what happened?
This was torturous listening, the Mets with the bases loaded, one out and Carlos Delgado at the plate, a disaster waiting to happen.
Something must've happened to the radio instead, because Provus was excitedly talking about a 1-2-3 double play.
See? This is exactly what I was just talking about: if you'd been watching the game, you could have confirmed the 1-2-3 double play with your own peepers. Instead, you listened on the radio so you could write this hacky, "the radio's on the fritz!" crap.
The boom box out in the garage was fine. It was just that Todd Coffey cat . . . again.
That Todd Coffey is one hip cat, I'll give you that. Matter of fact, I said the exact same thing to Mrs. Q last weekend. We took the car to the local speakeasy, and, as luck would have it, it was jazz night. Sure enough, the Todd Coffey Four was playing, and there was the man himself on the sax. "Golly," I said to Mrs. Q, just before the federalis kicked in the door and confiscated our bathtub gin, "that Todd Coffey is one hip cat."
Not to make too big a deal out of this after slivers of two seasons with the Brewers, but Coffey's earned run average in 16 appearances is the same as John "Bluto" Blutarsky's grade-point average after seven years at Faber College:
We're going to play a new drinking game. You have to do a shot every time MikeHunt makes a pop culture reference from the '70s or '80s. We're starting the game now, so prior references to the Marshall Tucker Band, Three's Company, Slap Shot, Rush, and ABBA aren't being counted...unless you're a hero and want to get a jump start on the competition.
Not only that, but Macha had the good sense to let Coffey bunt over the insurance run in the ninth so he could finish what he started in the seventh.
Does "good sense" mean "no other option"? Because, if it does, I agree: it was good sense to allow Coffey to bat in the ninth.
With all the talk about how much the pen turned over from last season, it's sometimes easy to forget how the Brewers overcame the Derrick Turnbow and Eric Gagné implosions, as well as the brushfires they put out from time to time out there.
I don't know that anyone who had to live through the Eric Gagne and Derrick Turnbow Experiences will soon forget them. They were scar-your-soul awful.
Although they lost two of three at the Mets' fancy new digs, the Brewers got quality starts the entire series from their troublesome rotation. Your favorite whipping boy, Jeff Suppan, finally did exactly what he is paid so lavishly to do.
Yes, he did -- he had a 1.5 WHIP. That's exactly what I've come to expect of Jeff Suppan.
Listen: let's not kid ourselves into thinking that Suppan was lights out yesterday. He gave up 8 hits and a walk in six innings. Fortunately, the Mets shot themselves in the foot with runners in scoring position in the first, second, fifth, and sixth.
Like always, Suppan flirted with disaster. This time, he avoided it. Great. But maybe we could hold off before we start giving congratulatory hand jobs, eh?
And for Coffey to take the ball as he did for two-plus innings had to be a huge confidence boost for the Brewers, caught as they are in the pen between injuries, closers and trustworthy arms.
Well, it's probably not a confidence boost for the other fucktards in the 'pen, the ones who couldn't be trusted to get a single out in the eighth or ninth innings. But other than that, yeah, good times all around.