Whew! One down, 13 to go.
This might sound weird, but I sort of forgot about Torii Hunter. I mean, I didn't forget that he existed. In the back of my mind, I knew that somewhere an entity named Torii was still walking the Earth. I just don't think about him. When I tuned in to the game last night, I thought "Oh yeah. Torii Hunter still plays baseball. Huh." Aside from the Rangers, I couldn't care less about the AL West this season....so I just haven't paid any attention, besides knowing that Angels basically won their division months ago. Blow-outs are boring.
But Torii and I got reacquainted last night. He surprised me a little with that walk he took off of Matty G. I would have thought he'd go chasing after that last pitch. Torii did have a tendency to swing at a lot of garbage. [Maybe it's something in the centerfield turf at the Dome....] It's OK. We loved him anyway. He also surprised me in a happy, happy way when he missed that Punto ball. (I suddenly think that "Puntoball" would be an awesome name for a new sport, and I'm going to try to invent one.)
I want to thank Jesse Crain for really coming through last night. I got a little nervous, I'll admit. But he was awesome and proved me wrong. And obviously, I'm equally grateful to Punto and Span....and Hunter.
There was much rejoicing. No Happy Dance yet, because I don't want to jinx the rest of the series. Winning the first game against the Annointed Best Team in Baseball in their own park was a good way to start the road trip. I'm convinced they're really in it to win it now.