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July 01, 2007


maxwell horse

I'm starting to feel genuinely bad for Lugo. After getting (now infamously) picked off at 3rd, when he looked up at Demarlo Hale, I swear Lugo looked like a wounded puppy.

[And no, I am not a 9-year-old girl. I just calls 'em like I sees 'em. And "Wounded Puppy" is a dead-on description of the look in Lugo's eyes. Besides, it was either that or "Lost Kitty."]


The other bright spot? The crackling glow of Scott Proctor's glove. If you look toward the southern horizon I think you can juuuust make it out.

I love that Torre's bullpen mismanagement is now demonstrably sending his relievers into the abyss of madness. It's like something out of Lovecraft.


julia...what is there to say about that comment beyond-- *slow applause*. pure evil, in a delightful way. as always. :)

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