The boys looked frustrated. They looked beyond frustrated. Stymied, perhaps. The game, like the season, felt like it was swirling out of control and there was no one who could help.
Ryan Freel thrown out trying to stretch a single into a double to lead off the game. Rich Aurilia pinch grounding into that double play in the seventh. Brandon Phillips grounding out in the ninth. Jerry Narron grinning ironically as the game skittered out of his reach. The body language of these guys couldn't have advertised their frustration any more clearly if it was on a freaking billboard.
But it was the look on David Weathers' face that caught my attention. He looked like he expected (wanted?) to be taken out of the game on every pitch. I realize that I'm reading a lot into a facial expression, but I think we won't be seeing much more of Weathers, and not because the Reds are going to cut him.
That thought put my own frustration into perspective. Though Weathers couldn't come through for the Reds this evening, he's done a lot more for the team during his most recent tenure than I ever would have expected he could, and personally, I appreciate his contribution.
Meanwhile, Todd Coffey took the mound and promptly gave up a triple and a home run. The expression he wore showed that he understood that there wasn't anyone else who could rescue him. Then he settled down and got the job done. So maybe there's a little hope yet.
Nevertheless, a little help is always appreciated.