My Dad and I braved a full moon and went to the Indians-Rangers game. My history lately with Texas has not been very good and tonight continued the trend. The Tribe wasted a good outing by Fausto Carmona when Casey Blake failed to come up with a sure double play grounder in the sixth, allowing two runs to score. That proved to be the winning margin in the 3-1 game.

The bats have seemingly gone to bed the last 10 days or so. I think Travis Hafner may have had the worst hitting game he's had in a long time, with three popups and a whiff. Ryan Garko, who I have now deemed my favorite Indian (because he's so damn goofy), homered for our only run. That was one of only four hits for the Indians. Meanwhile, the Yanks put up another big number against the White Sox. Uh-oh.

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