How do you write a blog entry about this game?
More to the point, how do you write a blog entry about this team?
If I were a Front Office Hater, I'd focus on the Bad News Bears aspect of these games. I'd put up mocking photos. I'd use dirty words.
However, with the Pirates I try to be an optimist. With a ten-game losing stretch, this is no easy task. So the question becomes: how can I remain optimistic without denying reality?
The answer, I believe, is to document the positive and the negative. And try to take a Divine Comedy approach to the latter.
This post will feature many photos of Pedro Alvarez's first appearance at PNC Park, but it will start with three collages documenting the looks of dismay that are becoming more and more frequent on the Pirates' faces, as well as the two huge errors that occurred during this game.
I was debating whether to feature Pedro or the collages first. My decision to begin with the collages is, I believe, in accord with the nature of last night's game. I wasn't expecting a win. I wasn't expecting a breakout performance from Pedro right out of the gate.
I was expecting a loss that wouldn't overshadow Pedro's debut, however. And in this regard, I was greatly disappointed.

(Top Row L-R: Tabata, McCutchen, Jones. Middle Row L-R: Milledge, Duke, Russell.
Bottom Row L-R: Walker, Crosby, Donnelly)
A Tribune-Review writer twittered that finger-pointing has begun in the clubhouse. I hope it's not Donnelly, because whoever he's mad at better watch out. I mean look at that guy.
Javier Lopez is one of many good arms in our bullpen (ERA under 3, which is especially good for a relief pitcher), but he has struggled in his last few appearances. In this game, he made one of the most awkward throws I've ever seen a pitcher execute. To be fair, it was a hard play and his error was quickly overshadowed by the epic kerfuffle in the ninth.....
Apologies for the blurry first photo; it would seem my camera lens recoiled in shock and disgust.


Onwards Towards Positivity: Introducing Pedro Alvarez















Love it.



























Yeah whatever, American Beauty. Clearly Ricky Fitts never went to one of these kinds of games. That plastic bag blew all the way to the right field wall and no one even went out to get it. Perhaps the urge to self-asphyxiate was too great...
I'm gonna end this post with the righteous fury of Brendan Donnelly, whose quality appearance was overshadowed by the disaster around him.
Throw that ball, Donnelly. May it strike the head of whatever foul beast perpetuates this curse upon us!


Just kidding. Games like this do lend themselves to dramatic hyperbole, however.
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