(In a hushed, blood-curdling tone): "I see dead people."
Victor Martinez is the last person I would expect to make a mental mistake on the Indians, but with the rapidly spreading
Beisbolsuckititus infection making the clubhouse a virtual hot zone of baseball ineptitude, I’m not surprised at what happened last night.
During the fifth inning, just after Tom Mastny relieved the
obviously-distracted-by-the-Beer-Guy C.C. Sabathia, there was one out and men on second and third. Placido Polanco hit a sharp grounder to Jhonny Peralta at short. Marcus Thames came charging home, and Peralta threw to the plate with – gasp! – something resembling accuracy, a heretofore absent member of Peralta’s repertoire. Victor received the throw in plenty of time to tag out Thames, but Victor, thinking the bases were loaded and that it was a force play, tapped his foot on home and threw to third base where Brandon Inge was trying to advance. Of course, it was not a force play, and after briefly arguing with the umpire, Victor realized what had happened and hung his head like a kid who just pissed himself, which, come to think of it, Victor likely would have preferred, since it wouldn’t have cost his team a run. ...
