Swing that Swing.

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When things are going they way that they are going, you've got to enjoy the moments when something goes right. A four hit day is, in and of itself, pretty remarkable but a single, a double, a triple, and a homerun is so aesthetically pleasing. So...BROCK HOLT!

Dear Doctor.

No reflection of the kid (Mr. Rodriguez has real potential and did all that could be asked of him for three starts) but it would appear that being a super crappy baseball player is catching and so for his own health and future well-being, it might be best if they sent him back to Pawtucket. At least in Rhode Island, he wouldn't be surrounded by losers.

Besides which, we've got Happy to take his place.  Happy, bless his heart, is no longer a major league pitcher and would fit in much better with this group of washed-up has-beens.

It's All Over But the Shouting.

Well, boyos, I really don't know what to say.

The idea of Joe Kelly is so much better than the reality of Joe Kelly. And then you give the ball to a kid from Connecticut, what did you expect? Seriously, that was crap.

At Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe in Cheyenne.

Absolutely fabulous.

Drink Drink Drink.

Oof.

It can't get much worse that that? Can it? Please say that it can't.

Nobody's Chasing Me.

I don't think that you gentlemen understand just how disappointed I am that the Cole Porter theme has led you to last place. And I am uncertain if I should abandon it because it's June (June. June. June.) or if I should hold out for a turn-around. These are tough decisions to make.