The sky was clear and the wind was blowing out as the Cubs faced a starter who had allowed righties to hit nearly .300 against him this season. But gray clouds rolled in as the evening pressed on, showering the Cubs with a perpetual opportunity missed (feel free to groan).
Hard-hit balls zeroed in on Indians gloves as though drawn by magnetic force and the one hit that nearly put them on the board was a near foul that right fielder Lonnie Chisenhall alligator-armed. I know some of you believe otherwise, but there’s no way Jorge Soler was turning that into an inside-the-park home run. Should he have busted it out of the box instead of assuming it was foul? Yes. But with his wheels, he was going to get a hold sign all day.
There’s also the fact that 30 feet of loafing does not equal 90 feet of running. Whatever, what’s done is done and if we’re looking for individuals upon whom to pin blame, we’ve already gone too far.
Speaking of going to far, though, what was up with Bill Murray’s Daffy Duck impression during the Stretch? I know a lot of people worship the dude and absolutely loved his wacky rendition, but I felt as though I was watching a movie love scene with my parents in the room. Ugh.
Kyle Hendricks was sharp but allowed a few more baserunners than we’ve grown used to, Josh Tomlin was far sharper, and the Cubs bats played a dope-ass game of hide and seek. Except there was no seek. No reason to dwell on this one, just move on and beat the ever-livin’ hell out of Corey Kluber Saturday night and yell out “Olly olly oxen free!”
As a postscript, I’d like to offer my condolences to Hendricks’ pets and various relatives who passed away over the course of the game. I can only assume he suffered various losses, given his hangdog expression while exiting the mound after each frame.
Time to even this bad boy up.