Well, here we go. The A's seem to be rounding into mid-season form -- with debilitating/nagging injuries, that is. Kotsay, DJ, and Loaiza are all out (perhaps no great loss in terms of concrete individual contributions), and now Bradley (side muscle) and Crosby (back) are day-to-day (Larry Davis announced before the game that Crosby's formaldehyde injections are merely "precautionary -- we don't want him to rot on the bench"). At this point, I'm almost rooting for Scutaro or Swisher to go out, so we can see Piazza playing CF or SS.
And, of course, the A's are facing everyone's favorite prognathean Angel pitcher in John Lackey. Dan Haren takes the mound for the A's.
Below the fold, the first stanza of a nascent Crosby-themed Poetic Interlude.
As always, ripping off Dylan. Original here.
Swing of Pride
Like the unicorn tears the flesh off of a man
So can a flameout who passes himself off as an A
They sang "Bobby Boy" at his funeral (he's the Lost Player)
Geren talking 'bout Beane betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He swung too hard, his thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
Well, there is a thrown back when your swing of pride come down
Is a thrown back ...
[to be continued]