Uncle.

"The best thing one can do when it's raining, is to let it rain." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Well my darling little kapustas, why fight it? Just let yourselves be sucked down into the mire of the fen. It'll be easier. (Plus, you'll get Benny a better draft pick.) Anyway, they say that that's the only way to survive: Be still and eventually you'll float back up to the top.

Hold the Phone!

Wait a minute! You're allowed to score first? Since when has this been a rule? I thought that this game was played by trying to dig yourself out of a hole created by your starting pitcher. You learn something new every day.

Inertia.

I think that I've seen this movie, something to do with February and giant rats. The team seems to be stuck in a giant, nightmarish loop. A loop they are doomed to repeat until they can show that they are decent human beings.

Maybe that's what Pesky's funeral represented: a rather obvious opportunity to display their humanity, to redeem themselves. And very few of them took it. Maybe none of them saw the movie.

Also, I'm torn between the idea of just sending Dustin home (Seattle to Boston isn't exactly a short flight and it's not like the team needs him to do this) and fear that they would probably be no-hit every game until he rejoined the team.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.

Well my darlings. There's really not all that much to say is there. I suppose that one ought to hope for a better record this September than last. And it would probably be best to avoid embarrassing yourselves on a nightly basis.