Dudes, come on. Eight straight? I realize that the American League is far superior to its more senior counterpart, but this is getting silly. At least I’m on vacation from work, or I’d be seriously upset. (Hard to get too upset over anything when you don’t have to go to work. Temporarily speaking, of course.)
Let’s see if I have this right: Our hitting stinks, our starting pitching stinks, and our bullpen stinks. That leaves the defense, which has been merely OK, I guess. Sooooo… yay defense!
Offensively, Tuesday’s loss was more of the same futility. We drew not a single effing walk, and only once did the Albert Pujols bat with anybody on base. He also led off innings twice on Tuesday. That is what is particularly frustrating to me, seeing the Big Fella leading off. Attention No. 2 hitters: Please get on base. That’s what you’re there for.
Pitchingwise, Anthony Reyes had a C-plus outing at best, which is excusable for a guy’s fifth career big-league start. I still think the only thing keeping him with the big club is Mark Mulder’s shoulder woes. And kid, if I may offer a word of advice: Love the socks, but dude, bend the bill of your damn cap. You look like the door greeter for the Doofus Convention.
In other news, erstwhile free-agent target A.J. Burnett, making his second start since coming off the disabled list, pitched a complete-game shuttie against the Nationals on Tuesday. Siiiiighhhhh… at least I can derive some good from the Burnett situation. I drafted him in the fifth round in my money league (and picked him up when others dropped him in my Yahoo leagues) and stuck with him. He represents my team’s lone hope for making the playoffs.
