The Reds (57-78) couldn’t hang on for the sweep of the Cardinals yesterday, but instead they move on to today’s Labor Day matchup against the New York Mets. The Reds look to play spoiler once again, hoping to prevent the Mets from sneaking into the playoffs and defending their National League pennant from last year. Also, Jay Bruce will be in attendance once more.
Robert Stephenson will make his third start this season for the Reds after having started the year in the rotation due to Homer Bailey’s injury. Now with September callups and Bailey injured again, Bob Steve will get his due process at the Major League level. A couple weeks ago, Stephenson was read the riot act by Louisville Bats manager Delino DeShields. Since then, Stephenson has put together some solid starts in AAA, hopefully figuring out the control issues that DeShields harped on.
On the other side of this matchup of nicknames, Bartolo Colon, aka Big Sexy, takes the hill for the 28th time this season. Colon has pitched well each of his last three times out, going 2-0 and lasting 7.0 innings in two of the starts. The 42-year-old pitcher by no means looks like he’s running out of gas in 2016, instead he’s reaching new heights by becoming a three-true outcome player.
|1. Alejandro De Aza (CF)
2. Michael Conforto (LF)
3. Wilmer Flores (2B)
4. Jay Bruce (RF)
5. Kelly Johnson (3B)
6. Travis d’Arnaud (C)
7. James Loney (1B)
8. Matt Reynolds (SS)
9. Bartolo Colon (P)
|1. Jose Peraza (CF)
2. Zack Cozart (SS)
3. Joey Votto (1B)
4. Adam Duvall (LF)
5. Brandon Phillips (2B)
6. Scott Schebler (RF)
7. Eugenio Suarez (3B)
8. Tucker Barnhart (C)
9. Robert Stephenson (P)
The Mets have yet to release their lineup, so instead please enjoy this picture of Jay Bruce.
While You Were Away…
Let me tell you about my day yesterday. You see, in some strange twist of fate, I was talked into frequenting the St. Louis Garlic Festival. Yes, this was a festival dedicated solely to garlic. Four people made the 20-minute drive with me down to south city to see what beheld us at the garlic festival.
Before the five us had even gotten off of campus property, we got a speeding ticket. This was a good sign because it meant we were excited for garlic. This was a bad sign because it meant the world was trying to stop us from being excited for garlic. We trudged on.
On arrival, the smell of garlic permeates our locked car. We see the extent of the festival–eight tents spread across half a block–and begin to question our live choices. But still, we trudge on.
The first order of business is to buy a garlic ice cream sandwich. You could see sprigs of rosemary protruding from the cookie and bits of garlic in the ice cream. The sandwich itself tasted like uncertainty.
The second, and most important, task was to participate in the garlic eating contest. Three of us joined, were given a cup full of garlic cloves, and five minutes to eat as many as we could. I ate three. The winner ate around 30.
To describe the sensation of a biting into a garlic clove would be a disservice to all of the contestants at that festival. Because on one hand it feels like a colony of fire ants have decided to use your mouth for target practice, but on the other, it feels like Shaq himself is coating your mouth with Icy Hot. Moral of the story: Please don’t eat raw garlic.
We finished the day with some garlic bread and an interview of Garlic Mike, the organizer, before stumbling back off into the city, played out to the tunes of angsty punk rock performed by three high schoolers we had named Taylor, Taylor, and Leon. There’s just nothing quite like a Labor Day weekend garlic party.
Bob Steve versus Big Sexy is probably the best pitching matchup I could ever dream up (in terms of names only), but my mouth still tastes like garlic so everything in life has lost a bit of its luster.
And then I saw this tweet:
Go Reds and stay petty everyone