Boo.

Daniel Paul Bard. What is wrong with you? How could you do that to Wakey?

Don't Panic.

There seem to be two options: We could engage in a flurry of Gordon Edes-style panicky whining or take the Douglas Adams zen route and calmly accept that for the past week, this team has not been good at baseball and hope that they right the ship. Soon.

May Jon Lester be our buoy.

Sleepwalking.

If life hands you lemons but forgets to give you water and sugar, your lemonade's gonna suck. Life (or MLB) made them play in Canada but forgot to wake up the offense and that sucked. Just terrible.

I'm going to watch Canadian Bacon to feel better.

Life Support.

Well, pigeons. That was unimpressive. I suppose that it was impressive in it's awfulness but unimpressive in all the ways that count. It was lifeless and sad. Hopes of a triumphal march through September into the post-season are quickly fading.

Annoyed Mid-Game Post II

(These are kind of fun.)

Ha! Have a mentioned how stupid bunts are? Bunts would be a legitimate play if they were executed properly but so few players are able to do it well that should just be eliminated from the game. Bedard really should send Ron Washington some flowers for that.

Annoyed Mid-Game Post.

I feel like I ought to apologize to Erik Bedard. Here he was thinking that this was great! He had been traded to a team that actually had some skill at baseball; they could win at this quirky little game. When in fact they play this ridiculous game of hot and cold and when they're cold they are the Mariners. Blech.

Open Letter.

Dear Team:

Do you remember winning? With the high fives, and the music blaring, and everyone feeling good about themselves? I do. It was lots of fun. Maybe you should try that again.