Final Score: Nationals 4, Mets 3
Dame of the Game:
Jordan Zimmermann: 6 IP, 0 ER, 4 H, 4 K. Video of Jordan Zimmermann speeding along mountain roads in a sports car, running down Mets batters on every curve. Cut to: young boy turns to the camera, whispers “Zimm Zimm.”
Shame of the Game:
Tyler Clippard: 1 IP, 2 ER, 2 HR, 2 H, 3 K, Save. The beauty of the save statistic is that it’s possible to give up two home runs in the only inning you pitch and still receive one. And by “beauty of” I mean “reason why no one should ever care about.”
Ah, the joys of seeing the Nats win in person. Being so close to Michael Morse that you can practically taste his grease. Being so close to Jason Bay that you can practically taste his disappointment in the way his life turned out. What a thrill.
It didn’t occur to me at the time, but in retrospect I shouldn’t have bothered to come to the game until Jordan Zimmermann was out of it, since it was obvious neither his opponents nor his supposed supporters were going to score before then.
Even when the first 2/3 of a Nationals game are essentially predetermined by Jordan Zimmermann’s effectiveness and his offense’s hatred for him, there is always one good reason to be in Nationals Park around the middle of the game: the running of the presidents. And last night’s race was perhaps the best I’ve ever personally experienced. Continue reading