It's 10:45, we're in the 12th, and we have two. hits. One being Aaron Rowand's home run at his very first at-bat. We're in the 12th, and with Rowand stealing second after his single -- yes, Rowand is 2/3rds of our hitting tonight and the only reason we got to 12 innings at all -- we have a RISP for the first time tonight.
So yeah, while it sucks when our bullpen melts down, there is no excuse for two hits going into the 12th, guys. Especially when we're playing in the AL and we have a DH, so we can get our pitchers to the mound for as long as we need (Affeldt, for example) without having to worry about them coming up to bat.
Justin Miller just finished up his second inning, and all I can think about is that he is absolutely covered in ink. You can see it on the backs of his hands, but he's actually required by MLB to wear long-sleeves because of his tattoos. (You can read all about him at this great blogpost by Joan Ryan.)
This game is going to last forever. I do need to go to bed eventually!
Edited 11:05 pm: I should have known that going "geez I am le tired" and Misch going in would mean I'd go to bed sooner than one would hope. Sigh.
But my point remains: twelve innings, three hits (two by Rowand!), one runner in scoring position TOTAL. Ridiculous, Giants offense, just ridiculous.
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