The whole Rem-Dawg vs. Raymond the Devil Rays mascot thing is getting a little out of hand. Tonight Rem-Dawg found himself surrounded by dangling Raymond dolls in the broadcast booth, accompanied by a handwritten note that said in block letters, "P.S. YOU STINK."
If that particular P.S. had been directed at JD Drew, I might agree. Harsh, I know. But seriously, I hate JD Drew right now, though it's actually not because of how he completely muffed a fly ball in the field tonight. In that instance, I believe the suck factor of the Trop outweighs even JD's, and I can sympathize if he was merely overcome by the horror of playing in that Godforsaken place for the first time this year. No, it's his continuing weakness at the plate that's bugging me. And his overall flatness--there's just nothing to work with there. Whatever intangible quality Julian Tavarez has that makes us love his crazy, mediocre ass, JD has a deficiency of.
Although he isn't molesting his teammates, so that's a point in his favor.
Meanwhile, I read something somewhere tonight about A-Rod and a Delorean? Wha? I have to say, though, as Barry Bonds comes creeping lecherously up on Hank Aaron's record, hearing about A-Rod coming up on No. 500 actually seems like feel-good news, because at least he didn't get there dishonestly. Awkwardly, at times lamely, maybe, but not unfairly. That I'll give him.