After a game that lasted 3:48, Todd Walsh described the game as a "marathon, not a sprint." I must disagree. It didn't feel much like a long run. It was more like having the car break down and walking home in the middle of the night. Sure, you ended up where you wanted, but getting there kind of sucked.
The 10-9 win was similar to passing a kidney stone. You live life and things are going fine, or at least seem that way, but then the pain starts. You have to wait it out in painstaking fashion and then, once over, you are relieved that it has passed, but it hardly is what you would call a good experience.
That is what Arizona put the fans through for those almost four hours.
Ian Kennedy is pulled after only four innings, so the bullpen (cue the unsettling music) has to get 15 outs. Make that 15 very painful outs. Even still, the Diamondbacks pull ahead to an 8-2 lead after six innings. Everything looks fine, but that's where the cursed kidney stone starts to flare up.
In the seventh, Esmerling Vasquez (who exactly names their kid Esmerling?) walks three hitters and Blaine Boyer (the redheaded pitcher on the staff we are not as fond of) takes care of them by letting them all come home on a Carlos Gonzalez (yes, the guy we traded away) grand slam.
Thanks to a couple of add-on runs, the lead is 10-6 headed into the ninth. Another four Rockies are walked in the inning, three of them score and Troy Tulowitzki just misses getting hold of a pitch that would have tied the game.
Mercifully, Juan Gutierrez gets the final out. It is the final passing of the stone. You are relieved that it is over, but you rather would have not gone through it. The Diamondbacks win, "We Back the D-Backs" plays over the stadium sound system, the Rockies are pushed further out of playoff contention, but there isn't the joy you would think there should be.
Is that really winning?
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