So Ken Kendrick will get all the media attention and everyone will talk about how his little tirade on Drew and Upton were the the shot in the arm (a bad term to use for a baseball team, admittedly, but I'm sticking with it) this team needed to get itself back in the hunt.
But before he gets all the credit, I will offer you an alternative side of the story. What I like to think of as the right side of the story. I bring you to June 1st. In the weeks (and even months) prior, the hitting was weak, and the pitching was worse. and the team was coming off another series loss to the San Fransisco Giants. The same team we had swept to start the season off. But bright times were ahead, I thought. This days game was against the Padres, one of the weakest teams in all of baseball, and rookie phenom Wade Miley was toeing the rubber. Surely this was a game we could... no should win.
I sit down to watch the game. I watch the offense struggle to score inning after inning, despite getting runners on base. But it's still a tie game, and Miley's pitched 7 strong innings. But then he gives up 4 runs and Hernandez fails to fool anybody in relief. We lose the game 7-1.
What can I do, I thought to myself. Surely something must be angering the baseball Gods. And then it hit me. I will shave my mutton chops off. The same chops I'd had since the season started, through thick and thin (mostly thick, but I'd trim them up once in a while).
I took to the razor right after that awful game. 10 days later, we are 7-1 since the great shaving. I don't take sole credit. But I think I deserve just about as much credit as Kendrick gets for talking a bit of smack. But most importantly, I wanted to start a little discussion about your baseball superstitions.