Bottom of the 5th: THE WORST INNING OF MY LIFE

Sometimes I hate baseball.

Joe Baseball

Okay, so maybe not the worst, but the bottom of the 5th was bad. Felix Hernandez was throwing goose eggs and had already given up four runs on four hits with three walks. His location was off and his pitches looked flat—flat like the contents of an old 2-liter bottle of root beer from last week flat. San Francisco first baseman, Brandon Belt had already roped an RBI single off Felix in the first and looked eager to add to the Giants’ pizza party. He hit a bomb and made it 5-0.

I was sipping on a bottle of Coors NA at the Sloop when the bartender saw that Felix was imploding and decided to cheer us up with a bizarre story about a homeless guy that shimmied in between the floors of the Ballard Smoke Shop and fell through the ceiling of the bar, picked himself up and…

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