M's 2, Jays 7
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THE SPIRIT WAS WILLING, THE COMMAND WAS WEAK, Dept.
Back in the day at Boeing, we heard that they tested airplane windshields by firing 600-MPH chickens at them. Previously euthanized, we'd like to assume. The chicken cannon may be an apocryphal story; Chase De Jong's outing was not. No such pre-euthanasia luck applies for 23-year-old control artists who can't control anything.
You could see the seeds of an Aaron Sele-type attack, at least if you were rooting for the kid. He threw a 12 o'clock to 6 o'clock curve ball with excellent late break and deception, so much so that --- > the first four or five he maneuvered into the strike zone were high ...and yet the Jays' subs still froze.
Of course, "the first 4-5 curves for strikes" were actual curves #11-15. De Jong ran 3-ball counts on about half of the hitters the first four innings. Considering that he was outmanned approximately Poland vs Blitzkrieg 1939, he battled gamely. Nice makeup.
SOOOooooo... every pitcher whatsoever, he's going to have an A game and a B game. This was a B- game for De Jong and the modern game is not forgiving to guys with short stuff who are behind 3-and-0. Neither is Dr. D forgiving of Dipoto and Servais, because they had signalled 3 IP, 3 IP, 3 IP type setups through the Cheney Carousel.
If they'd yanked De Jong in time, we'd only have lost 4-2. Remember on Friday, chaps. If Bergman gets you through three or four innings, count your money and push back from the table.
As it was, Chase De Jong shuffled off the field, hanging his head worse than Picasso's "Old Guitarist." Don't do the kid any favors, Scott.