After one of the great sports days locally in a long time back on April 23, the Rangers and Stars and Mavericks (as reader Stephen Parker pointed out) proceeded to go 2-9, an eight-day run that included a Texas win in a game started by King Felix (and Colby Lewis), a Mavericks buzzer-beater in Game 3, and nine losses with varying position on the deflating scale.
That is, until last night, when the Mavs rallied from behind to stave off elimination in their own Game 6 and then the Rangers, mired in a four-game skid, rallied for their own comeback win at a time offensively when a sixth-inning, 2-0 deficit felt like being down six in the ninth.
Maybe not a historically great day of DFW sports, but a heck of a good one, and that was needed.
In that lone Rangers victory over the previous week of baseball, Texas had come from behind to beat the Mariners by three runs behind Lewis and a bullpen succession of Aaron Poreda, Neal Cotts, Alexi Ogando for an out, and Joakim Soria, who shut things down with a quietly perfect ninth, mixing in a strikeout.
Same sequence and similar feel last night, only with Jason Frasor mixed in to face the Kendrick-Trout-Pujols top third in the seventh, and if you’re in the camp that believes Frasor ought to be getting eighth-inning assignments now rather than Ogando, I hear you, but even if that were the case, the seventh inning last night was more important than the eighth, with Texas having just extended its lead from 3-2 to 5-2 and the Angels’ frontline artillery due to hit.
If that’s a sign that Wash and Mike Maddux and Tim Bogar are breaking out of a tendency to define relief pitchers by the inning rather than the situation, then that’s awesome. If instead it just means Frasor’s inning (with a narrow lead) is the seventh, no matter what, well, that’s perhaps a conversation for another time. A conversation that could be expanded to include Tanner Scheppers and Neftali Feliz, eventually, and perhaps even Robbie Ross, a topic that can’t be fairly discussed without bringing the name of Nick Tepesch into it.
All of that is worth talking about, eventually, along with Kevin Kouzmanoff’s back and J.P. Arencibia’s bag and Elvis and Fielder and Beltre and the absence of slug.
Just not this morning, coming after a pretty good night of sports around here, especially given the brutal week that led up to it.