On Sunday, the typical four-run outing from Scott Elarton resulted in a loss against former Royals' top pick J.P. Howl. Oops, that's Howell, not the Ginsberg poem... though watching him pitch well for the enemy does make me want to go on peyote-induced rants about civilization. I TOO SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION DESTROYED BY MADNESS! AGHHHHHH!!!
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What caused the turnaround? A day at Adventure Island? A ride on the South's fastest roller coaster in Busch Gardens? A stroll through Dinosaur World? Or was it more personal? Perhaps motivation from the Happy Heckler, who I'm betting can't be too happy that his mild-mannered, intelligent, family-friendly jests are fairly consistently drowned out by the voices of opposing fans jeering this guy. It's on, dawg! You dead, dawg! You know what ... the reasons don't matter. As Red Sox fans were fond of saying when their World Series-less streak finally ended, now we can all just go back to being normal fans without this specter hanging over our heads. Another day, another game, as it should be -- especially when it's your ace up against the Devil Rays again.
A few more notes:
- The Royals had lost seven straight at Tropicana Field. What?
- Tony Pena Jr. had an 11-game hitting streak snapped on Sunday. Hitting streak? What?
- Perez won for the first time since late April. Late April? Wha... actually, you know, I'm really not all that surprised by this one.