Ten years from now, if you needed to describe the 2011 Tampa Bay Rays, you’d probably just send people to the box score from August 24, 2011. The starting pitching was fantastic, the offense was infuriating, but they managed to win in some inexplicable way.
This team has become bizarrely interesting because they are such a dichotomy in monotony and entertainment.
They are unwatchable at the plate. The last three nights have made me crazy watching them flail around against the Tigers starting pitching. It is hard to believe that they are the same team that looked so confident against the plate against Seattle’s young stud just four days ago. Watching this offense just makes me numb. I cannot get excited about baserunners or scoring opportunities. I know nothing is going to come of any of them. If anything, I almost reassured when the Rays go 3-up-and-3-down because that gets us back to the stuff we are good at faster.
But, then, right when you get to “I’m not watching for a few nights because I need a break from this madness” Sam Fuld goes flying around the bases on the most entertaining 3B/E9 ever. Or Sean Rodriguez sprints to second on a routine inning-ender and wins a game. And you feel like this:
So, I am going to keep watching. I am not even sure if I want to keep watching, but I will, because I cannot miss the next Fuld/Rodriguez/[Next guy] experience. I love it and I hate it.