Spare Ribs For Frenchy

Pretty enjoyable game last night, despite the tense ninth inning. Interesting how Wicky knew he didn’t have his stuff, looked into the dugout and swiped a hand across his neck like a signal that he needed to come out. At least he’s conscious of it, I guess.

Why did the trainer run out to Chuckie right before he started giving up hits in the sixth? That made me a little nervous, but it seemed like everything turned out alright. Thank God for Frenchy’s catch, anyway. Here’s a delightful image from the official site’s writeup:

As Jeff Francoeur sat on a couch in the Braves clubhouse after his game-saving catch preserved a 9-7 victory over the Colorado Rockies on Friday, Tim Hudson squeezed his way through a cluster of reporters, bestowed a bottled water and a spare rib on the young right fielder, and posed a question of his own:

“Is there anything else I can get you, sir, while you sit on your throne?”

I’d love to think that this is how Frenchy typically conducts his post-game press, or at least that this is how he gets when he’s feeling especially proud of himself: feet propped up, sitting back on a couch, eating spare ribs, picking his teeth, grinning smugly, and saying things like:

“Considering the situation — the way things ended the other night, and now [this game], yeah, that was one of my better catches. You like to do something to help out.”

Then he winks at Katy Temple and snaps his fingers at Huddy, asking for more ribs.

Oh, and hey! Wilson got three hits! I guess that’s what happens when you’re basically playing ball in an alien atmosphere on another planet, or maybe he’s actually coming around. That would certainly be nice.