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Rays vs. Indians, game 1 delayed

Game will not resume until at least 11:00. Strong chance of rain tomorrow, too.

The fool.
The fool.
Jason Miller

Umpire Gary Cederstrom

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout

Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!

You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,

Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,

Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!

Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,

That make ingrateful man!

Joe Maddon

O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry

house is better than this rain-water out o' door.

Good nuncle, in, and ask thy commisioners' blessing:

here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool.

Umpire Gary Cederstrom

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!

Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my commissioner:

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;

I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,

You owe me no subscription: then let fall

Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,

A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man:

But yet I call you servile ministers,

That have with a pernicious scheduler join'd

Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head

So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!

Joe Maddon

He that has a house to put's head in has a good


The cod-piece that will house

Before the head has any,

The head and he shall louse;

So beggars marry many.

The man that makes his toe

What he his heart should make

Shall of a corn cry woe,

And turn his sleep to wake.

For there was never yet fair woman but she made

mouths in a glass.

Umpire Gary Cederstrom

No, I will be the pattern of all patience;

I will say nothing.

Enter Terry Francona

Terry Francona

Who's there?

Joe Maddon

Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; that's a wise

man and a fool.

Terry Francona

Alas, sir, are you here? things that love night

Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies

Gallow the very wanderers of the dark,

And make them keep their caves: since I was man,

Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,

Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never

Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry

The affliction nor the fear.

Umpire Gary Cederstrom

Let the great gods,

That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,

Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,

That hast within thee undivulged crimes,

Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;

Thou perjured, and thou simular man of virtue

That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,

That under covert and convenient seeming

Hast practised on man's life: close pent-up guilts,

Rive your concealing continents, and cry

These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man

More sinn'd against than sinning.

Terry Francona

Alack, bare-headed!

Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;

Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest:

Repose you there; while I to this hard house--

More harder than the stones whereof 'tis raised;

Which even but now, demanding after you,

Denied me to come in--return, and force

Their scanted courtesy.

Umpire Gary Cederstrom

My wits begin to turn.

Come on, my boy: how dost, my boy? art cold?

I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow?

The art of our necessities is strange,

That can make vile things precious. Come,

your hovel.

Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart

That's sorry yet for thee.

Joe Maddon


He that has and a little tiny wit--

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,--

Must make content with his fortunes fit,

For the rain it raineth every day.

Umpire Gary Cederstrom

True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel.

Ext Umpire Gary Cederstrom and Terry Francona

Joe Maddon

This is a brave night to cool a courtezan.

I'll speak a prophecy ere I go:

When priests are more in word than matter;

When brewers mar their malt with water;

When nobles are their tailors' tutors;

No heretics burn'd, but wenches' suitors;

When every case in law is right;

No squire in debt, nor no poor knight;

When slanders do not live in tongues;

Nor cutpurses come not to throngs;

When usurers tell their gold i' the field;

And bawds and whores do churches build;

Then shall the realm of Major League Baseball

Come to great confusion:

Then comes the time, who lives to see't,

That going shall be used with feet.

This prophecy Merlin shall make; for I live before his time.


Some other notes:

  • Corey Kluber pitched two innings, Matt Moore pitched one. Neither pitcher allowed a man to reach base.
  • I can't really see it resuming after 11:00, either, but I guess they have to try. Going to be either a very tough series on the bullpens or a very easy one.