At 9:17, I sent this.
At 9:17 and 2 seconds Timmy hit Uribe
At 9:17 and 5 seconds I sent this
I have no issues whatsoever in plunking Uribe.
Bochy came out and gave Timmy one more batter, Timmy got Uribe to go 0-2 right away, but the next two pitches Uribe destroyed foul, and 2 pitches after that, Timmy could nip at the corners -- gassed. So, he took a piece of Uribe. Either that or walk him.
He chose to plunk him.
Timmy is destined to be a badass in the "pitches that sail" department: I for one applaud him. Timmy's got to eventually shed this happy-go-lucky kid thing, a surly, quasi-wild thing headhunter image may get him through the next five years. After all, he's lost a few MPH's on his fastball already, a 93 MPH fastball looks a lot faster when you think it might be coming at your batting gloves.
Oh yeah, and way to go on celebrating a Dodger at AT&T Park -- I so don't think that's cool. I don't care if it's Willie Mays: we do not approve of Dodgers being celebrated on our field.
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