Somehow, at some point during the course of this season, the Pirates found the Cardinals' number, and they've kept it.
True, their record right now is 6-10 against the St. Louis team, but still. Considering how badly the Pirates have fared this season, that's basically spectacular. When one considers that, apart from one game during the last Pirates/Cards series, Albert Pujols has been kept under control and hasn't wreaked too much havoc on the beleaguered Bucs, it's pretty darn impressive that the Pirates have somehow managed to win against the Redbirds.
Last night's game was no different. Thanks once again to solid starting pitching, this time in the form of Paul Maholm, the Pirates' winning streak extended to four games - the longest since August '09 - and the crowd was treated to an all-around good game. The bats were awake, the defense was fairly solid, and the team continued to look as though it wanted to prove itself to be a little better than its record would indicate.
Which it is. A little. Mostly it's just unlucky.
But finishing .500 at home would be nice, and an okay end to a dismal season.
In other notes. The people sitting behind me wouldn't shut up the whole game, talked about completely irrelevant things, and, as my mother said, sounded "just like Frances McDormand in Fargo." I think I would have taken the idiot woman who thought that just because the ball landed in "the brown" it was foul over this gaggle of goobers any day. It didn't help that the one was a Brewers fan.
Sorry to break it to you sister, but you're at a Pirates game in which the Brewers aren't even involved, and no one cares that you want to go down Bernie Brewer's slide into a pool. No one. At all.
Saw Frank Coonelly at the end of the game though. Said hi. Should have just asked for a job right then and there, considering this is the second time this season we've run into him. Next time.
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