James Dean died before he had the chance to make lousy movies. Same with Jimi Hendrix and music. Had Hendrix lived on, he probably would have done great things; then again, he might have ended up singing the theme song from Mannequin (with Dean playing Phil Rubenstein’s part in the film, no doubt).
Instead, we remember our heroes in their glory. We remember the flawless execution, the poise, the sheer beauty and grace. Dean and Hendrix never got old, awkward, unsure of themselves.
I prefer to remember the 2010 Padres in their glory, when they possessed the finest attributes of our heroes’ youth. The team I saw Tuesday night (likely for the last time in person this year; playoff tickets arrived on Monday, but those just seem cruel right now — I may not even open the envelope) bore no resemblance to the team I watched for five months.
Analysis? Sure: Everything went wrong, and it sucked.
The current Padres are the ones the world expected to see in April and May. It was good of them to delay their arrival until the end of August, but at some point, the inevitable will happen — that’s what makes it inevitable.
The hitters are swinging over the top of sliders. The pitchers are tired and leaving balls up in the zone. The fielders are kicking and throwing things all over the place. It would be easy to say the team is panicking, but I don’t think that’s it. These guys just look gassed.
Still, Bud Black coaxed his young, inexpensive troupe of players to a remarkable season. If only it had ended after 125 games… or if the Padres had gotten to call the National League Central home… or if this were 2008, when 84 wins paced the NL West…
Fantasies are fun. Sometimes they last months at a time… or take the form of creepy fiberglass figures.
Concession speech? Epitaph? Maybe a grocery list; we’re running short on a few items over here:
On the bright side, the Padres will finish the 2010 campaign with somewhere between the second and seventh most wins in a single season in franchise history. And hey, even Kim Cattrall managed to recover from Mannequin, although it’s worth noting she didn’t appear in the sequel… replaced by Kristy Swanson, who once “starred” in a TV movie called The Black Hole, which could serve as a metaphor for many things…
Results, Odds, Matchups
Hi there, and welcome to your morning exercise in futility. Please enjoy:
- Atl 3, Fla 2 – In 1988, a friend and I drove across the Florida panhandle. We took I-10 all the way to the end in Jacksonville, then hung a left and cruised up the Atlantic coast, eventually veering off to Cooperstown, where I bought baseball cards of Sandy Alomar Jr., Mark Grace, Mike Greenwell, and one other guy I forget. Irrelevant? Perhaps, but then, so are the Marlins. Thanks for nothing, guys.
- SF 4, Ari 2 – I’ve been to Arizona many times. It’s like Florida, only drier and with drive-through liquor stores.
Current playoff odds (again no update from Baseball Prospectus, presumably out of respect for the fallen Padres):
Movement over the course of the past several days:
BPro 9/26 9/27 9/28 9/29 SF 64.7 81.1 Atl 68.0 54.1 SD 72.9 64.4 Cool 9/26 9/27 9/28 9/29 SF 64.7 83.0 83.5 90.6 Atl 68.0 59.8 76.9 90.4 SD 66.2 57.0 39.6 19.1
Wednesday’s matchups (try not to laugh):
- Fla @ Atl, Andrew Miller vs Derek Lowe, 1:35 p.m. PT
- ChN @ SD, Randy Wells vs Chris Young, 7:05 p.m. PT
- Ari @ SF, Ian Kennedy vs Tim Lincecum, 7:15 p.m. PT
Go Padres, go Marlins, go Diamondbacks, go away.