Many years ago, while I lived in Indianapolis, some bastard burglarized my
apartment. Beyond the initial trauma, the worst part was the drip-by-drip
realizations that came for months afterward, whenever I realized something new that
the asshole took.
That’s how I feel whenever Jesus Montero hits another
home run. He did the other night. He has 7 now. That roughly projects to about
25 this season. He's hitting about .280 and catching games. And I suspect he’s going to get better, not worse.
Burglarized. That's how I feel. When that deal exploded, it stole the heart from this team. We have
been zombies ever since.
How can anyone put juju into a team of decomposing corpses?
We can’t. Last night, nobody came to the game, nobody
fired juju into the void, and nobody played on the field. Nobody cried when the
Yankees stranded runners. It’s par for the course. And there is nobody out
there who’ll save this team – no rising star, no young talent soon to change
the dynamics.
We’ve lost series after series to teams full of rising
players, while we showed none, not one. And I fear we are going to be realizing this –
drip, drip, drip - for the next four months.
As I lamented at the time, that trade was the end of the season.
ReplyDeletemore likely, the end of the decade. Cash man will now be forced to trade any remaining prospects for old, fading stars who cannot deliver
Don't we already have enough of them?
Never enough for a panicked GM.
It is over.
Cash man has been flim flam for many years. I just had a Horace Clarke flash back.
ReplyDeleteCome on guys. We have Raul Ibanez. He's the Jamie Moyer of hitters. He just needs to improve his glove, like Montero.
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